In the shadow of the sun, I chase the ghost of who I was,

Concrete rivers, sirens sung, every breath a broken cause.

Your name still burns on my tongue, like ash inside a rusted lung,

We flew too close, too high, too young—now I’m the dusk and you’re the dawn.

No light, no prayer, no loaded gun can bring back what the night has won;

I walk alone where we once ran, a silhouette of almost-man.

In the shadow of the sun, I chase the ghosts I can’t outrun,

Concrete dreams beneath my feet, sirens singing me to sleep.

Your name’s a tattoo on the dusk, fading every time I trust,

But the skyline bleeds the same old blue—

Every scar is a streetlight, every promise broke in two.

I keep walking where the day never quite begun,

Lost in the shadow, lost in the shadow of the sun.