AdrIA GreyTones - Solar Flare

LYRICS: [Intro] Midnight seals the avenues Every tower holds its breath White rooms stacked above the blue Perfect as a polished threat [Verse 1] You built your kingdom out of angles No fingerprints, no dust, no names Every window faced the same direction Every elevator rode the flame Then the dark above you opened A red wound in the silent sky Heat came down without a warning And taught the silver how to die [Pre-Chorus] I saw the first beam bend I heard the high floors sing Your flawless city had no skin To stop the burning [Chorus] Solar flare, break the glass city Turn the cold design to a river Midnight burns, every wall runs pretty Nothing stays untouched forever Solar flare, tear down the skyline Let the molten avenues deliver We are alive in the ruins tonight And the dead perfection surrenders [Verse 2] Structural steel became a red vein Pouring through the financial square Reflections folded into liquid No face could hide inside the glare You reached for codes and emergency doors But the locks had learned to kneel The skyline lost its sharp blue language And spoke in iron, smoke, and heat [Pre-Chorus] I saw the crown descend I felt the pavement ring Your flawless city had no heart To stop the burning [Chorus] Solar flare, break the glass city Turn the cold design to a river Midnight burns, every wall runs pretty Nothing stays untouched forever Solar flare, tear down the skyline Let the molten avenues deliver We are alive in the ruins tonight And the dead perfection surrenders [Bridge] No more mirrored heaven No more numbered rooms No more silent elevators Climbing toward the moon Let the towers lose their balance Let the sealed horizons split If the future needs a furnace We will walk straight into it [Final Chorus] Solar flare, break the glass city Turn the cold design to a river Midnight burns, every wall runs pretty Nothing stays untouched forever Solar flare, tear down the skyline Let the molten avenues deliver We are alive in the ruins tonight And the dead perfection surrenders [Outro] At midnight, the glass was shining By morning, the streets were gold No tower left to measure heaven No perfect hand left to hold