Verse 1:

Evening falls on city’s glow,
Sleepless streets where whispers flow.
You don’t know the path I trace,
In the dark, I find my place.

Chorus:

Lines on your palms,
Whispering thoughts like gentle psalms.
Lines on your palms,
Guiding dreams where destiny swarms.

Through the lines upon your hand,
My heart has sought, it understands.
Every step you take, so grand —
You’ve woven dreams throughout the land.

Verse 2:

City shadows can't compare,
To the spark that lingers there.
In the night, your light will gleam,
You’re the pulse within my dream.

© Сергей Львович Коркин, 2025 г.