MUXIBOSH - Glow

Streetlights draw a story on the asphalt, black and gold,
About the heart that promised things they couldn't always hold.
Every mile is endless, every thought returns to you,
Like a dream that keeps on living when the night is breaking through.
Fast roads, cold winds, memories remain,
Dancing with the echoes in the rhythm of the rain.
Maybe we're just chapters in a tale that couldn't last,
But your voice still finds me somewhere in the fragments of the past.