[Verse] Concrete cracks where we used to run, Phone screen glowing like a dying sun. Dust on the lens, but we still move, Every step a secret we never told. Spinning in circles, breath like fire, Fingers tracing shadows on the wire. No stage, no crowd, just us and the sky— We’re rewriting the rules with a flick of the eye. [Pre-Chorus] One take, two takes, we don’t care ‘bout the edit, Each stumble a rhythm, each fade’s a letter. The world outside don’t see what we become— We’re poets in motion, and the camera’s our drum. [Chorus] We’re dancing in the ruins, no permission, no name, Just heat in our bones and a cracked phone frame. Every beat a heartbeat, every move a prayer, We’re alive in the silence, we’re burning in air. Dance like no one’s watching, even when they are— We’re the ghosts in the frame, the truth in the blur. [Verse] Zoomed in tight on the scar on my knee, A map of the place we were meant to be. No choreography, just truth in the bend, No filter, no fame—just the ache we defend. Lights off, but the rhythm stays loud, We’re writing our stories in the dark cloud. One girl, two hands, a broken wire— We’re the spark in the silence, the spark in the fire. [Pre-Chorus] One take, two takes, we don’t care ‘bout the edit, Each stumble a rhythm, each fade’s a letter. The world outside don’t see what we become— We’re poets in motion, and the camera’s our drum. [Chorus] We’re dancing in the ruins, no permission, no name, Just heat in our bones and a cracked phone frame. Every beat a heartbeat, every move a prayer, We’re alive in the silence, we’re burning in air. Dance like no one’s watching, even when they are— We’re the ghosts in the frame, the truth in the blur. [Bridge] They’ll never see us like we see ourselves— A storm in the stillness, a song through the shells. No spotlight, no fame, just the way we rise When the world goes cold and the phone dies. But the beat stays—deep in the pulse of the street, We’re not just kids. We’re the rhythm we keep. [Outro] Dancing in the ruins… no name… Just heat in our bones… And a cracked phone frame… We’re alive in the silence… We’re burning in air… Dance like no one’s watching… Even when they are… We’re the ghosts in the frame… The truth in the blur…