Echoes of Time

So you know what I want from you, right? Time to dance,

electronic, electronic, electronics. Electronics. Footsteps soft,

a distant song. Time's a whisper stretching too long. Long. Fading memories float

like air, lost in rooms that nobody dares to name, to touch

or to recall, yet here we rise and never fall. Still the echoes

breathe. Still the echoes breathe. Still the echoes breathe.

In halls where time retreats, we find what no one sees.

Hands that hold without a word, hearts that speak though voices blur.