In the silence, can you hear the call?

A whisper from the past, or nothing at all.

Forgotten truths, in shadows they lay,

But now we gather, we’re finding our way.

Once upon a time, the trenches felt bare,

Voices drowned out in the thick, stagnant air.

Forced narratives spread like a plague on our screens,

Soulless branding fueled empty machines.

Oh, can you feel it? (Feel it!)

The echoes of belonging, they stole our hearts,

Can you hear it? (Hear it!)

Nostalgia’s alive, a beat that imparts.

We painted our stories on walls made of hope,

Gathering memories, learning to cope.

In the heart of the noise, in the surge of the memes,

Something ignited—living up to our dreams.

Oh, can you feel it? (Feel it!)

The echoes of belonging, they stole our hearts,

Can you hear it? (Hear it!)

Nostalgia’s alive, a beat that imparts.

From empty to full, we rise from the depths,

With laughter and love, take a breath, take a step.

Rekindling warmth in this digital space,

Remembering joy, a familiar embrace.

[Solo]

The mundane dissolves in a sea of old memes,

Crafting connections, sparking shared dreams.

And the moments we loved, they come back around,

As the fractures of silence become a sweet sound.

Oh, can you feel it? (Feel it!)

The echoes of belonging, they stole our hearts,

Can you hear it? (Hear it!)

Nostalgia’s alive, a beat that imparts.

So let’s raise our hands, let’s break down the walls,

In this dance of togetherness, let’s answer the calls.

From empty to full, in this vibrant new light,

We’re weaving our stories, united, we’ll fight.