Soft waves whisper near the harbor shore,

Silver moonlight dancing like before,

Broken glass and empty cans aglow,

A quiet night where the echoes flow.

Fries and coffee drifting in the air,

Faint headlights flicker, unaware,

Footsteps linger but they never crowd,

The hush of midnight, soft and loud.

Let the night breathe, let the tides roll,

Stars are singing, hearts stay whole,

A fading story in the ocean’s sight,

Let the echoes

lead us

where neon

meets night.

Let the echoes

lead us

where neon

meets night.

Let the echoes

lead us

where neon

meets night.

City hums in a whispered tone,

Restless wishes weave through the midnight glow.

And in the glow where the silence stays,

I hear your voice through the midnight haze.

Midnight tides trace forgotten names,

Shadows stretch where the footprints came,

Flickering neon from the distant pier,

A moment held, then disappears.

Soft breeze sighs through an open door,

Echoes dancing like they’ve been here before,

Lonely headlights hum a quiet tune,

Guided only by the silver moon.

Let the night breathe, let the tides roll,

Stars are singing, hearts stay whole,

A fading story in the ocean’s sight,

Let the echoes

lead us

where neon

meets night.