Turnin’ through the static, headlights in my veins,
city’s just a whisper, but I’m screamin’ out your name.
Broken roads keep spinnin’, yet the wheels still know the way—
every scar a compass, every tear a ricochet.
I was lost in the echo, now the echo sings along;
heartbeats pound like thunder in a reckless midnight song.
If the world keeps burnin’, let it burn into the sea—
I’m still turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, till your ghost turns back to me.