I see your face in the neon light,

A fleeting vision, gone by the night.

We’re running circles, a fading flame,

Chasing illusions, calling your name.

The shadows move to the beat’s embrace,

A dizzying rhythm we can’t replace.

Each step we take, we’re further apart,

Lost in the chase, with a fragile heart.

Chasing illusions, they shimmer and sway,

A mirage of love that slips away.

The tempo rises, but the truth stands still,

Running for something we’ll never fulfil.

Your words linger like a haunting tune,

A melody caught beneath the moon.

We’re weaving dreams that unravel fast,

Tied to a future shaped by the past.

The tempo’s high, but my mind’s unclear,

Chasing the echoes of what was near.

Every drop of bass pulls me close,

But the illusion fades; I’m left with ghosts.

Chasing illusions, they shimmer and sway,

A mirage of love that slips away.

The tempo rises, but the truth stands still,

Running for something we’ll never fulfil.

The rhythm breaks, the lights grow dim,

A fragile hope on the edge of the rim.

We’re caught in waves of sound and fear,

A fleeting love that disappears.

Chasing illusions, they shimmer and sway,

A mirage of love that slips away.

The tempo rises, but the truth stands still,

Running for something we’ll never fulfil.

The music fades, the echoes remain,

A haunting reminder of joy and pain.

Chasing illusions, lost in the haze,

A love we sought but could not embrace.