[Verse 1] I wrote your name on subway glass, A tiny script that slips and passes. Streetlight halos fold like paper, We move in codes nobody can taper. [Pre-Chorus] Count the seconds by the turning rail, Your whisper redraws a different trail. [Chorus] Solara — pull the avenues into a song, Solara — make the hush become a crowd along. [Verse 2] Amber rain on shop-window panes, We trade small maps and private refrains. Your laughter maps a secret route, Quiet revolutions in a single shout. [Pre-Chorus (variation)] Shift the compass with a careful hand, Old directions loosen, new ones stand. [Chorus (variation)] Solara — bend the pavement to your rhyme, Solara — stitch the still into a moving time. [Bridge] Unfold the city like a folded note, Every margin turns into a vote. Portable constellations in our palms, Tame chaos into gentle psalms. [Chorus (final)] Solara — gather alleys, braided and prolonged, Solara — let the quiet learn the shape of song.
