Lyrics

It happened quietly, soft as a sigh,
Like fog folding gently, where the salt meets the sky.
A name once spoken, now lost in the breeze,
Dissolving to whispers, like leaves from the trees.
No clear ending, just threads come undone,
In the still of the night, where your warmth felt like sun.
A door left ajar, a moment in mist,
A shadow that lingered, but just ceased to exist.

In the half-light, oh, the memories find,
Not a face in the crowd, but the echoes unwind.
Like the scent of the rain on those streets I don’t roam,
Every drop brings me back to a time I call home.

I tell myself nothing, just a trick of the night,
A dream on the surface, that forgot to take flight.
Yet it lingers, oh, in the pause of the breath,
In the silence that follows what’s whispered by death.
Your laughter still dances, though it fades into blues,
In the mirror’s reflection, it’s a sight I can’t lose.

In the half-light, oh, the memories find,
Not a face in the crowd, but the echoes unwind.
Like the scent of the rain on those streets I don’t roam,
Every drop brings me back to a time I call home.

Whatever it was, it still moves in the calm,
A pulse I can’t name, holding me in its palm.
A ghost that keeps humming, through all that I’ve lost,
In the language of before, where I’m still counting the cost.

There’s a weight in the silence, a longing unspooled,\nIn the shadows of dreams, where the heart feels a fool.
Yet in this raw moment, I cherish the ache,
In the echoes of us, it’s a life that we make.

In the half-light, oh, the memories find,
Not a face in the crowd, but the echoes unwind.
Like the scent of the rain on those streets I don’t roam,
Every drop brings me back to a time I call home.

So here’s to the whispers that drift through the air,
A home in the quiet, a truth we can share.
Though the story is subtle, it’s ours to embrace,
In the glimmer of moments, it’s love we still trace.