High there, where the skyline melts in neon rain
I’m floating on the echo of your name
Midnight in my veins, satellites in my brain
We orbit every shadow that we’ve tasted
High there, past the static of the daily grind
Your laughter’s still the spark I’m wired to find
We chase the glow, even when the city’s blind
Hold tight—this dream’s the only real thing we’ve got tonight