Faded Like a Reel3

Verse

A flicker of streetlights on rain-soaked stone,

We were two shadows, yet never alone.

Your laughter drifted through cigarette haze,

Soft like a secret the night couldn’t erase.

Pre-chorus

Windows of cafés reflected our youth,

Frosted and trembling but still holding truth.

Chorus

Those days we left behind, framed in golden light,

Running through the echoes of an endless night.

Our names carved in benches, still trembling in time,

Fading like a reel of an old film’s line.

Verse

The train platform’s hum, a slow silver sound,

Your hand in my coat pocket, the world spinning round.

Leaves fell like whispers on the edge of our dreams,

We were just actors in a script full of seams.

Pre-chorus

Lanterns above us swayed in the breeze,

Lighting the faces we’d never reprise.

Chorus

Those days we left behind, framed in golden light,

Running through the echoes of an endless night.

Our names carved in benches, still trembling in time,

Fading like a reel of an old film’s line.

Bridge

If I could return to that dim, velvet street,

I’d hold every second, I’d not let it slip.

But life’s a projector with reels we can’t rewind,

It flickers and shatters, but still plays in my mind.

Chorus

Those days we left behind, ghosts of silver screens,

Living in the corners of my half-forgotten dreams.

I’ll light a candle when the credits roll,

For the days we left behind, the story of our souls.