(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the night, where shadows play their part,
Two souls entwined by fate, their love a work of art.
He's a dreamer with a heart of gold, she's a star that fell too far,
Their paths converge, a cosmic dance, invisible strings at play.
(Pre-Chorus)
He's the moon, she's the tide, pulling closer, drifting wide,
A bittersweet symphony, their hearts in silent harmony.
He whispers secrets to the stars, she weaves them into song,
Their love defies the universe, where right and wrong belong.
(Chorus)
Invisible strings of my heart, woven through time and space,
Guiding us toward destiny, a tender, fragile grace.
He's the ink, she's the parchment, writing tales of love and pain,
Their story etched in stardust, forever bound by cosmic rain.
(Verse 2)
She wears constellations in her eyes, he carries galaxies in his smile,
Their stolen moments like shooting stars, fleeting but worthwhile.
He's a wanderer seeking solace, she's a comet on its course,
Their love transcends the mortal realm, an ethereal force.
(Pre-Chorus)
He paints her name in moonbeams, she sings his praises to the wind,
Their whispers echo through the void, where beginnings and endings blend.
He cradles her fragile heart, she heals his battle scars,
Their love, a fragile tapestry, woven from distant stars.
(Chorus)
Invisible strings of my heart, woven through time and space,
Guiding us toward destiny, a tender, fragile grace.
He's the ink, she's the parchment, writing tales of love and pain,
Their story etched in stardust, forever bound by cosmic rain.
(Bridge)
But fate is a fickle weaver, and life a fleeting dance,
He holds her in the moonlight, she kisses him in trance.
Their love defies the ticking clock, the universe's cruel decree,
Invisible strings pull them close, yet keep them apart, you see.
(Chorus)
Invisible strings of my heart, woven through time and space,
Guiding us toward destiny, a tender, fragile grace.
He's the ink, she's the parchment, writing tales of love and pain,
Their story etched in stardust, forever bound by cosmic rain.
(Outro)
As the stars weep diamonds, and the night weaves its art,
He whispers, "Wait for me," she echoes, "Never apart."
Their love, a celestial ballad, sung by comets as they part,
Invisible strings of my heart, forever etched upon the dark.