Lyrics: Klinn
Music: Klinn
Arranger: Klinn
Blue light on a lonely face,
Scrolling through our lost embrace.
Every memory's a file we can't replace,
Trapped inside this digital space.
Signal weak, the feed runs slow,
Just a ghost of what we used to know.
Delete forever, hit send,
This digital love has reached its end.
Our connection's glitching, can't pretend,
We were never more than pixels in the end.
Your messages are fading out,
A silent echo, full of doubt.
This empty screen begins to shout,
That's what this love was all about.
No more typing, no reply,
Just the hum of a goodbye.