[00:00.000] 作词 : Posthuman FM
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Posthuman FM
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Posthuman FM
[00:20.400]The clock's hands are heavy, they linger, they wait,
[00:28.740]Each tick is a whisper, it murmurs my fate.
[00:37.260]The piano sighs low, like it knows what's at stake,
[00:45.750]This night's made of glass, andit's bound to break.
[00:52.890]One last chord, let it linger, let it weep,
[01:01.530]Hold it close, like a secret Ican't keep.
[01:11.520]In the still of the room, where the world feels ignored,
[01:25.320]Love remains, in the echo of one last chord.
[01:37.110]Your shadow's a melody, soft on the wall,
[01:45.810]The light from the bar hums a tune, faint and small.
[01:54.360]Your eyes trace the air, where the smoke starts to dance,
[02:03.180]A waltz of goodbyes, disguised as romance.
[02:09.480]Each note that we play, it's a step we delay,
[02:18.870]But silence is waiting, just a breath away.
[02:27.060]One last chord, let it linger, let it weep,
[02:35.580]Hold it close, like a secret I can't keep.
[02:45.960]In the still of the room, where the world feels ignored,
[02:59.370]Love remains, in the echo of one last chord.
[03:19.530]The saxophone moans like a lover undone,
[03:29.040]A cry in the dark for what's already gone.
[03:36.240]Your hand on the glass, my hand on the keys,
[03:44.700]Two strangers adrift on a midnight breeze.

作词 : Posthuman FM
作曲 : Posthuman FM
编曲 : Posthuman FM
The clock's hands are heavy, they linger, they wait,
Each tick is a whisper, it murmurs my fate.
The piano sighs low, like it knows what's at stake,
This night's made of glass, andit's bound to break.
One last chord, let it linger, let it weep,
Hold it close, like a secret Ican't keep.
In the still of the room, where the world feels ignored,
Love remains, in the echo of one last chord.
Your shadow's a melody, soft on the wall,
The light from the bar hums a tune, faint and small.
Your eyes trace the air, where the smoke starts to dance,
A waltz of goodbyes, disguised as romance.
Each note that we play, it's a step we delay,
But silence is waiting, just a breath away.
One last chord, let it linger, let it weep,
Hold it close, like a secret I can't keep.
In the still of the room, where the world feels ignored,
Love remains, in the echo of one last chord.
The saxophone moans like a lover undone,
A cry in the dark for what's already gone.
Your hand on the glass, my hand on the keys,
Two strangers adrift on a midnight breeze.