Woven Echoes

[Verse 1]
The last echo fades, but the rhythm still hums,
A quiet duende where the beat once strummed.
My sore feet remember the selva's wild sway,
The warp and weft of light from yesterday.
A vibrant memory, etched into the air,
A silent promise, we still feel you there.

[Chorus]
This electric silence, a triumphant ache,
The threads of sound you made us take.
Oh, the alma sings, the night won't break,
A new moon promise, for goodness sake.

[Verse 2]
The city's breath, a different kind of bass,
Carries whispers from a forgotten place.
Each cobblestone holds a story, tightly spun,
Beneath the sliver of a waning moon.
The humid air still thick with electric dreams,
Connecting distant shores, or so it seems.

[Chorus]
This electric silence, a triumphant ache,
The threads of sound you made us take.
Oh, the alma sings, the night won't break,
A new moon promise, for goodness sake.

[Bridge]
We're stitched together, beyond the final drop,
A silent saudade that won't ever stop.
This vibrant memory, a pattern on the breeze,
Carried across oceans, through whispering trees.

[Chorus]
This electric silence, a triumphant ache,
The threads of sound you made us take.
Oh, the alma sings, the night won't break,
A new moon promise, for goodness sake.

[Outro]
Just the echo, a memory so deep,
The rhythm in our souls we keep.