Flare Horizon

The air still hums, a salt-kissed, humid plea,
My patent leather gleams, charting destiny.
These platforms lift me, a lighthouse from the floor,
Pulling me outward, towards an unknown shore.

[Chorus]
Sole to the floor, a current in my stride,
These velvet flares, nowhere left to hide.
Oh, I'm reaching for the horizon line,
Every step, a declaration, perfectly divine.

[Verse 2]
A sea of faces, caught in amber glow,
Each pulse a wave, where lost souls ebb and flow.
I watch a matriarch, in iridescent sheen,
Her bell-bottoms swinging, the most vibrant I've seen.

[Chorus]
Sole to the floor, a current in my stride,
These velvet flares, nowhere left to hide.
Oh, I'm reaching for the horizon line,
Every step, a declaration, perfectly divine.

[Bridge]
This fabric's a compass, spun from salt and haze,
Navigating the future through this electric maze.
No anchor holds me, just the deep-sea thrum below,
Where every choice I make, helps my true current flow.

[Outro]
Yes, rising on this velvet tide, toward the day's first gleam,
The horizon waiting, living out a vibrant dream.