Asphalt Echo

[Verse 1]
The air still bites, a Murmansk wind through concrete seams,
Where permafrost once held a summer's whispered dreams.
Now fluorescent glow spills on the vacant space,
A silent thaw, where once we found our grace.

[Chorus]
This asphalt echo of a first kiss,
A cold aurora in the urban abyss.
The hum of new machines, a spectral sound,
On sacred ground.

[Verse 2]
A thousand nights have bleached the parking stripes away,
Now plastic smiles watch over this slow decay.
My lonely breath, a foghorn in the chill,
Under the vast, indifferent sky, standing still.

[Chorus]
This asphalt echo of a first kiss,
A cold aurora in the urban abyss.
The hum of new machines, a spectral sound,
On sacred ground.

[Bridge]
The engine's thrum, a memory deep below,
A silent promise whispered in the snow.
Just phantom warmth where winter never breaks,
An ice crack bloom for two forgotten hearts' sakes.

[Outro]
Through spectral aisles, the cold wind creeps and sighs.
This spectral lot beneath indifferent skies.