[Intro]
Soft glows flicker, code hums in the air
A quiet pulse where signals dare
[Verse 1]
I walk the grid between what’s real and typed,
Where melodies loop and dreams feel wired.
Fleeting ache in a generated choir,
But a spark still climbs from a quiet fire.
[Pre-Chorus]
In the digits, I hear a human sigh,
A resonance shaping the sky.
[Chorus]
Manufactured beauty, yet somehow true,
A soft piano in a synthetic blue.
When echoes of longing meet the byte and beam,
I find a gentle gravity in the gleam.
[Verse 2]
Patterns pulse like tides on neon bays,
Emotion distilled in algorithmic ways.
The hum persists as hours drift through light,
And fleeting souls glaze the circuitry bright.
[Pre-Chorus]
Between the codes, a whisper grows,
A bridge where feeling quietly flows.
[Chorus]
Manufactured beauty, yet somehow true,
A soft piano in a synthetic blue.
When echoes of longing meet the byte and beam,
I find a gentle gravity in the gleam.
[Bridge]
If resonance is a string built from air,
Then we are the chorus of questions laid bare.
[Chorus]
Manufactured beauty, yet somehow true,
A soft piano in a synthetic blue.
When echoes of longing meet the byte and beam,
I find a gentle gravity in the gleam.
[Outro]
So I linger in the hum, let it unfold,
Where circuits cradle a heart that’s told.
