[Intro]
[Verse 1]
We carved our names in the old oak’s bark,
Now the neon lights bleed through the dark.
Your voice, a whisper lost in the wires,
Static hums where we once built fires.
[Chorus]
Oh, let the circuits rewrite the tune,
Dust off the banjo, sync it to the moon.
We’re analog hearts in a digital storm,
Still folk, but the future’s where we’re born.
[Verse 2]
You traced the rivers on a cracked glass screen,
Our memories pixelate, but the roots stay green.
A synthwave tide meets the gravel road,
Code and compass point the same unknown.
[Chorus]
Oh, let the circuits rewrite the tune,
Dust off the banjo, sync it to the moon.
We’re analog hearts in a digital storm,
Still folk, but the future’s where we’re born.
[Bridge]
The past is a loop on a vinyl crack,
The future’s a glitch we can’t roll back.
We’ll stitch the silence with electric thread,
A hybrid hymn for the souls ahead.
[Chorus]
Oh, let the circuits rewrite the tune,
Dust off the banjo, sync it to the moon.
We’re analog hearts in a digital storm,
Still folk, but the future’s where we’re born.
[Outro]
