Cigarette Dreams Under Neon Lights

[Intro] [Verse 1] Cobblestone whispers, a flicker of neon glow, Smoke curls like secrets only midnight knows. The trumpet sighs through a half-empty room, Strings paint the shadows where memories loom. [Chorus] Oh, dissolve in the haze of a film-reel sky, Where the wine-stained moon asks the *why* of goodbye. The orchestra hums what my heart can’t speak— A waltz for the ghosts of the past that we keep. [Verse 2] A lens blurs the edges, the world softens to gray, Your face in the static, a reel slipped away. The cello’s low murmur, the ache in the keys, A scene without endings, just cigarettes and breeze. [Chorus] Oh, dissolve in the haze of a film-reel sky, Where the wine-stained moon asks the *why* of goodbye. The orchestra hums what my heart can’t speak— A waltz for the ghosts of the past that we keep. [Bridge] The trumpet’s last plea fades to dust on the shelf, The strings hold their breath, like a sigh to myself. A reel spins in silence, the credits won’t scroll— Just smoke in the frames of a story half-told. [Outro]