[Verse 1]
The streets are lined with broken light,
the air whispers a tale untold.
A city’s breath, a fleeting dream,
where silence hides behind the cold.

[Pre-Chorus]
A butterfly drifts in the restless air,
carried by the winds of city's pulse.
It fights to rise, to feel the sky,
but its wings are bound in shadows' waltz.

[Chorus]
The city sings a hollow song,
its echoes drown the whispered cries.
Yet truth is only found in flight,
beyond the veil, where silence lies.

[Verse 2]
The skyline flickers, ghostly bright,
pavement hums beneath the feet.
A past dissolves in fading glow,
where future dreams and shadows meet.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
The butterfly flutters through the haze,
lost in the storm of neon fire.
Shadows stretch like reaching hands,
but it won’t let them quench desire.

[Chorus]
The city sings a hollow song,
its echoes drown the whispered cries.
Yet truth is only found in flight,
beyond the veil, where silence lies.

[Bridge]
"Life swings like a pendulum,"
"from pain to boredom, never free."
The echoes dance, but in the end,
they twist and fold, they cease to be.

[Outro]
And the butterfly rises, breaking through,
where cold winds soften into light.
It lands on a hand, gentle and warm—
a quiet refuge, a world made right.