[Verse] Neon flickers on the cracked front steps, Midnight whispers spill from chipped ice chests, We share our dreams in dime-store prose, Under buzzing lights where the tired hope grows. [Pre-Chorus] Sparks in the silence, we’re wide awake, Trading truths in the low hum we make. [Chorus] Hold on, hold tight, we’re burning the night, In the glow of the aisle where the lost take flight, Voices collide like a storm in the dark, Late-night philosophers lighting up the spark. [Verse] Empty coffee cups and borrowed lines, We find meaning in the waiting times, Broken songs on the cracked tile floor, Searching for something worth fighting for. [Pre-Chorus] Sparks in the silence, we’re wide awake, Trading truths in the low hum we make. [Chorus] Hold on, hold tight, we’re burning the night, In the glow of the aisle where the lost take flight, Voices collide like a storm in the dark, Late-night philosophers lighting up the spark. [Bridge] Every shadow’s a story waiting to rise, Under buzzing lights, we see through closed eyes, The night may fade, but this fire won’t die— We’re more than whispers passing by. [Chorus] Hold on, hold tight, we’re burning the night, In the glow of the aisle where the lost take flight, Voices collide like a storm in the dark, Late-night philosophers lighting up the spark. [Outro] Under buzzing lights, we’re never alone, Finding home where the wild thoughts roam.