NYDO - Afterlight

Your silhouette is cut from fading stars, too close to lose,
Too far to hold.
The city's breathing underwater; every rooftop turns to waves.
We're just sparks without a fire, learning how to misbehave.
Don't wait the dawn; don't break the glow.
Some things survive by letting go.
We're the afterlight, burning after the flame.
No one knows our colors, no one knows our names.