Silver Nights

The wind is whispering ancient tales of distant lands and fallen sails.
No need to rush, no need to race,
Just let the moment set the pace.
The world is spinning wild and free,
And I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
Golden days and silver nights, we're chasing shadows,
Catching lights.
Every breath a gift we hold, a story waiting to unfold.
Golden days we're wide awake, for every step,
For every break.