Verse 1:
City’s skin, you are the ink,
I’m the needle, love’s vibrant spark.
Every scar is a heart’s sweet link,
Every moan claims power in the dark.
Chorus:
Traffic light—our pulses race,
Red means halt, green tells us to fly.
You’re my touch, my warm embrace,
I’m your truth, no reason to lie.
Verse 2:
City’s time, you’re the minute,
I’m the second, hour’s embrace.
Every moment, love’s true limit,
Night unites us in this space.
Светофор сердцебиенье - Traffic light our pulses r
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