Текст песни
The road unwinds, but the past won’t fade,
Every bend shows a shadow I’ve tried to outrun.
Mirrors catch what I thought I’d left behind,
Whispers of who I was—still echoing, undone.
I don’t look back, but I feel them near,
Ghosts of choices, soft and clear.
Echoes in the rearview, haunting my drive,
Flicker like headlights, keeping me alive.
I can’t erase them, I can’t let them go—
They’re the rhythm beneath this road.
Streetlights paint the asphalt with memories,
Each one a moment I couldn’t quite release.
The wind carries words I should’ve said aloud,
But the silence sings louder in this moving shroud.
I don’t look back, but I feel them near,
Ghosts of choices, soft and clear.
Echoes in the rearview, haunting my drive,
Flicker like headlights, keeping me alive.
I can’t erase them, I can’t let them go—
They’re the rhythm beneath this road.
Maybe these shadows are part of the way,
A map written in whispers, a price I must pay.
No erasing the past, no starting anew—
Just driving through echoes, finding truth.
Echoes… in the rearview…
Just the road… and their tune…
