Barefoot on the broken lane,
Laughing while it starts to rain,
Every drop a kind of baptism,
Every breath a quiet rhythm.

They told us not to dream too loud,
But we’re the fire in this crowd…

We’re running through glass streets,
Turning shards into bright beats,
Every cut just a melody,
Every bruise is our symphony.

Running Through Glass Streets

I’ve seen the world break down and start again,
But the pieces fit in the hands of friends,
Every scar is a story told,
Every loss is a seed that grows.

Iron will, open hands,
Build a home on shifting sands,
We can stand, we can stand,
Even in a fractured land.

Iron Will, Open Hands

Tiny fingers, holding on,
A lullaby becomes our song,
In their eyes, I see the stars,
The same ones that survived the wars.

Small hands, big dreams,
We’re stronger than we seem,
Building bridges from our past,
So their light will always last.

Small Hands, Big Dreams

She walked in like the world slowed down,
Colors bled into this gray town,
Her voice like a distant radio,
Pulling me where I had to go.

You’re my satellite heart,
Shining from the dark,
Every orbit we spin is a spark,
Don’t let me drift apart.

Satellite Heart

You came with the morning tide,
Soft light and your fearless eyes,
We painted the walls in brighter hues,
The kind that no storm can undo.

On the velvet horizon,
We’re sailing with the sun rising,
Every dawn a new design,
Your hand in mine.

Velvet Horizon

We danced on rooftops under storms,
I thought that was how love forms,
But static swallowed every line,
And you were gone before sunrise.

Now I hear echoes in the static,
Memories are cinematic,
But they fade, they fade away…

Echoes in the Static

Windows shaking in the night,
Mom says, “Hide, it’s gonna be all right.”
Through the cracks, I see the sky on fire,
But dreams don’t burn, they climb higher.

Counting stars like I’m counting days,
Every blast just a note in the haze,
Somehow I still see the light…

Shadows and sirens, they fade in my mind,
I’m holding tomorrow, I’m leaving behind,
This city of thunder can’t steal what I find —
A future in color, in neon design.

Shadows and Sirens

The room fades into golden haze,
Every shadow melts away,
I hear the laughter, the voices clear,
All the love that kept me here.

There’s light beyond the glass,
Where time and pain can’t pass,
I’ll be the star you see at night,
Guiding you till morning light.

Light Beyond the Glass

The streets are quiet, the air is clean,
I see the city I’ve never seen,
Every face a familiar flame,
Every loss taught me my name.

Skyline after the storm,
We kept each other warm,
Through every night, every fight,
We still found the morning light.

Skyline After the Storm

Born from the crackle of old vinyl and the hum of neon city nights, Analog Skyline weaves life stories into shimmering synthpop soundscapes. With warm analog basslines, bright snares, and soaring melodic choruses, their music captures the full arc of human experience — from the innocence of youth to the wisdom of old age.

Formed in the shadow of a world in flux, the band’s vision has always been to turn adversity into art. Each song is both personal and universal, blending the intimacy of diary entries with the cinematic sweep of 80s-inspired production. The result is a sound that’s nostalgic yet future-facing — a sonic bridge between the heartbreaks of yesterday and the hope of tomorrow.

The debut concept album, Analog Skyline, is a nine-chapter journey through one man’s life: a boy growing up in wartime, falling in and out of love, finding resilience, building a family, and finally gazing beyond the horizon at the close of a long life. It’s motivational, political, and deeply human — proof that even in the darkest skies, there’s always color to be found.

With their immersive live shows, the members of Analog Skyline transform venues into retro-futuristic dreamscapes — awash in synthwave hues, layered harmonies, and rhythms that compel the heart as much as the feet. Their mission: to remind us that every skyline, no matter how war-torn or weathered, can still glow with light.