The city breathes in neon gasps and diesel fumes...
I'm a ghost in its machine, a beat-down prophet in the concrete cathedral.
And in the refraction of a million raindrops on a taxi window... I see her.
A silhouette sketched on the fog, a whisper tangled in the subway's roar.
My Mirage.
Just a flicker in the corner of my eye!
A face in the crowd that I memorize!
A promise that the static world denies!
I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!
Him: Saw you on the platform, 2 AM, the A-train's scream.
You were a sonnet written in the steam.
Her: "Hey, you look lost. Need a light? A name? A clue?"
Him: "I'm looking for... a feeling. Someone I thought I knew."
Her: "Your eyes are searching, man, but your soul's not home."
Him: "Your voice... it's wrong. The frequency, the tone.
I had your lexicon, your cadence memorized in my bones!
But your words are just flat stones you're throwing, no poetry, no fire!"
Her: "I'm just a girl. You're projecting your entire
Requiem onto a stranger. That's a lonely kind of danger."
The syntax of her smile was all wrong, a foreign language on a familiar tongue
Just a flicker that I tried to make real!
A wound I'm desperate to feel!
A fiction that I'm destined to seal!
I'VE BEEN CHASING A PHANTOM! A SHADOW ON THE WALL!
A ECHO IN THE CANYON, JUST WAITING FOR MY CALL!
YOU'RE A VISION, A RELIGION, THAT'S CRUMBLING AS I CLIMB!
THIS BROKEN IMAGE IS ALL I CAN EVER FIND!
All this time... burning maps to a kingdom that wasn't there.
Chasing a reflection in a sea of empty stares.
And she was... the quiet harbor... while I was lost at sea.
The steady rhythm... to my frantic, broken melody.
AND NOW I SEE! THE GHOST WAS IN MY HEAD!
AND THE REAL WOMAN... THE ONE WHO SPOKE MY SOUL INSTEAD...
WAS THE ONE POURING COFFEE, MENDING THE SEAMS...
A REAL, BREATHING MIRACLE, LOST IN MY DAMNED DREAMS!
AND NOW SHE'S GONE! WITH A MAN WHO SEES HER FACE!
NOT SOME HOLOGRAM! NOT SOME GHOST IN SPACE!
HE TOOK HER HAND! AND I JUST WATCHED THEM FADE...
WITH THE SPECTER OF MY MIRAGE, A DEBT THAT CAN'T BE PAID!
The mad ones... the ones who are mad to live... we burn out our eyes staring at suns we invented.
And the real moon... the one that guides the tides...
We never even saw it shine.
Just a phantom...
...just a phantom.
