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Speed of Light

Written By, Andrew G. (Ace)

The video attached contains the lyrics to Speed of Light, a new track off my recovery album. Speed of Light is a catchy, pop rock track that takes you out of the day into the night – traveling through galaxies. Speed of Light refers to Andrew Ace’s battles through PAWS (Post Acute Withdrawal Syndrome) and addiction withdrawals, while some days you may be stuck in slow motion, others you may travel at the Speed of Light!

SPEED OF LIGHT

Music and lyrics by Andrew G. (Ace)
May 2024 – Feb 2025
Album: Livin’ Rough, Hangin’ Tough

Official Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OzLzSN02Z0

BPM: 100 intro/ 104 onward
Chords: F#, D, A, E

Verse:

My systems been broke
Burning up in smoke
I’m begging for hope, for hope
I’m waiting to be found
Casting shadows on the ground
To the lasers and the sounds

Pre Chorus:

I lost my trajectory
But I found my gravity
I’m taking off to the galaxy
Feel my velocity

Chorus:

At the speed of light
I’m taking flight
Out of the day
Into the night
Feel the rumble in my core
Hear my engine ro-o-o-o-o-oar
At the speed of light

Melody:

The speed of light
i-i-ight i-i-i-i-i-ight

Verse:
I’m stuck in slow motion
I feel my own explosion
Time is frozen
Inside this vessel
I smell the burning metal
The spinning starts to settle

Pre Chorus:

I found my trajectory
I can feel the gravity
I’m taking off to the galaxy
Feel my velocity

Chorus:

At the speed of light
I’ve taken flight
Out of the day
Into the night
Feel the rumble in my core
Hear my engine ro-o-o-o-o-oar
At the speed of light!

Melody:

The speed of light
i-i-ight i-i-i-i-i-ight
Bridge:
Welcome to the galaxy
I found my gravity
Feel my velocity
At the speed of light

Chorus: (Key Change G)

The speed of light
i-i-ight i-i-i-i-i-ight
I’m taking flight
Into the night
Like a meteorite
At the speed of!

Published in A New Leaf – August 2025


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