A late-night walk through broken memories, lit by neon ghosts and the echo of old love. “Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume” captures the haze of something once electric — now only traceable in shadows and scents. The song drifts through alleyways and midnight bars, following a narrator tangled in what was: the heartbeat of a person who lit up the night, now replaced by silence that’s too loud to ignore. It’s a slow-burning reflection on what lingers after the fall — when even the stars seem out of reach, and the city whispers names you’re trying to forget.

Ein nächtlicher Streifzug durch verblasste Erinnerungen, erleuchtet von Neon-Geistern und dem Echo vergangener Liebe. „Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume“ fängt das Flirren von etwas ein, das einst lebendig war – und nun nur noch in Schatten und Düften nachhallt. Der Song führt durch Gassen und nächtliche Bars, begleitet einen Erzähler, der sich in dem verheddert, was war: der Herzschlag eines Menschen, der die Nacht zum Leuchten brachte – jetzt ersetzt durch eine Stille, die viel zu laut ist. Eine leise, eindringliche Reflexion darüber, was bleibt, wenn alles vorbei ist – wenn selbst die Sterne außer Reichweite scheinen und die Stadt Namen flüstert, die man vergessen will.

Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume

Cigarette burns on the midnight rail
A dog barks once, then it’s quiet as hell
Your voice still stuck in the folds of my coat
The moon leans close like it wants to know

Traffic lights blink without a cause
My feet trace steps that memory draws
Graffiti hearts, still wet with rain
The city whispers your name again

You were the heartbeat of the night
Soft and wild, wrong and right
Now it’s quiet – far too loud
Like your silence wears a shroud
Oh, you were the heartbeat and the fight
And I’m left dancing with shadows and light

I pass the bar where we used to sit
They changed the sign, but not the grit
A waitress hums our broken tune
Still smells like gin and cheap perfume

Your laugh still echoes in alleys and smoke
Some ghosts never ask to be woke

You were the heartbeat of the night
Soft and wild, wrong and right
Now it’s quiet – far too loud
Like your silence wears a shroud
Oh, you were the heartbeat and the fight
And I’m still dancing with shadows and light

Midnight doesn’t end
It just forgets to begin

You were the heartbeat of the night
And I, I mistook it for light
Now the stars blink out in pairs
While I’m stuck in folding chairs
You were the heartbeat, the spark
And I’m just walking through the dark

Neon fades, the wind gets still
The night forgets you, against its will


Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume

BRO