Yeah…
We were runnin’ on fumes and faith,
Moonlight ash in the rearview haze.
It was all so small —
And somehow, it meant it all.

You laughed through the smoke like a secret prayer,
Said, “the stars look closer when the night’s unfair.”
I believed you — for a moment there,
The world stopped breakin’, and I didn’t care.

We were dreamers in denim, ghosts in gold,
Burnin’ out fast, never growin’ old.
Talkin’ ‘bout forever with a match in hand,
Building galaxies out of broken plans.

And every glow fades, but it still feels right,
To miss the ones who lit the night.

Cigarettes and stardust —
That’s what we were made of.
Little moments that the wind forgot,
But the heart still thinks of.
Ashes in the glove box,
Dreams in the dust —
We burned too fast,
But that’s what made us.

We stole halos from streetlights and hope from bars,
Made our wishes on abandoned cars.
Every scar was proof we tried,
Every goodbye still justified.

Now I catch your voice in a radio hum,
A ghost in the static where we came from.
Maybe time don’t heal — it just rearranges,
The way love lingers through the changes.

And I still chase that golden spark,
The one that lived inside the dark.

Cigarettes and stardust —
That’s what we were made of.
Little moments that the wind forgot,
But the heart still thinks of.
Ashes in the glove box,
Dreams in the dust —
We burned too fast,
But that’s what made us.

Maybe all we get are flashes and fades,
Flickers of truth that memory trades.
And maybe that’s enough to keep it alive,
The smoke, the stars, the will to survive.

Cigarettes and stardust —
Still hangin’ in the air.
The nights we lost, the ones we dared,
They’re still out there somewhere.
Ashes in the glove box,
Dreams in the dust —
We burned too fast,
But that’s what made us.

Yeah…
And I still see you when the city hums.
We were gone too soon —
But the glow still comes.