[00:00.000] 作词 : Friend A
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Friend A
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Friend A
[00:17.130]We grew up chasing neon lies, painting dreams in cherry red
[00:25.215]Swore we’d rule the world by 25, with no scars and no regrets
[00:32.585]Synth arpeggios dance; guitar adds chiming riffs
[00:41.908]We smoked fake cigars on rooftops, talked of stars and distant lands
[00:49.991]Pretended we were immortals, with our heads stuck in the sand
[00:57.017]Bass locks with drum groove; vocals laid-back, dreamy
[01:14.580]The radio played our favorite song, the one we swore would never die
[01:22.680]We kissed under streetlights, thought love was just a never-ending high
[01:33.712]Guitar strumming intensifies; synth pad swells subtly
[01:39.362]Now the neon’s faded gray, the dreams we had are worn and frayed
[01:46.360]We trade our youth for paychecks, and our courage for charade
[01:54.692]Vocals add subtle emotion; drums keep bouncy rhythm
[02:03.375]Oh, we were young and drunk on fiction
[02:07.914]Chasing flames that wouldn’t last
[02:13.200]Synth arpeggios speed up; vocal tone sharpens slightly
[02:18.805]Oh, we thought the world was ours to fix it
[02:23.338]Now we’re just the ghosts of our past
[02:30.976]Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
[02:40.218]Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
[02:44.669]We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
[02:49.654]Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
[02:58.591]The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
[03:07.030]Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave
[03:22.946]Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
[03:30.964]Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
[03:33.826]We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
[03:38.692]Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
[03:43.953]The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
[03:46.480]Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave
[03:49.702]We sit in bars, talking ’bout the "good old days"
[03:59.293]When the world was wide and we had no restraints
[04:02.353]Synth takes center stage; guitar fades to subtle strums
[04:10.009]We still hum that radio song, even though it’s out of date
[04:19.487]We’re still chasing fiction, even though it’s too late
[04:28.321]Vocals turn reflective; drum kit pulls back to minimal beats
[04:44.401]Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
[04:51.516]Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
[04:55.439]We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
[05:00.678]Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
[05:08.926]The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
[05:12.052]Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave

作词 : Friend A
作曲 : Friend A
编曲 : Friend A
We grew up chasing neon lies, painting dreams in cherry red
Swore we’d rule the world by 25, with no scars and no regrets
Synth arpeggios dance; guitar adds chiming riffs
We smoked fake cigars on rooftops, talked of stars and distant lands
Pretended we were immortals, with our heads stuck in the sand
Bass locks with drum groove; vocals laid-back, dreamy
The radio played our favorite song, the one we swore would never die
We kissed under streetlights, thought love was just a never-ending high
Guitar strumming intensifies; synth pad swells subtly
Now the neon’s faded gray, the dreams we had are worn and frayed
We trade our youth for paychecks, and our courage for charade
Vocals add subtle emotion; drums keep bouncy rhythm
Oh, we were young and drunk on fiction
Chasing flames that wouldn’t last
Synth arpeggios speed up; vocal tone sharpens slightly
Oh, we thought the world was ours to fix it
Now we’re just the ghosts of our past
Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave
Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave
We sit in bars, talking ’bout the "good old days"
When the world was wide and we had no restraints
Synth takes center stage; guitar fades to subtle strums
We still hum that radio song, even though it’s out of date
We’re still chasing fiction, even though it’s too late
Vocals turn reflective; drum kit pulls back to minimal beats
Fiction & fading flames, we danced on the edge of make-believe
Nostalgia’s a drug, and we’re still on the scene
We laughed till we cried, lied till we believed
Fiction & fading flames, our naive hearts on our sleeves
The night was our stage, the dawn was our reprieve
Now we’re just memories, lost in the weave