Lyric

Searching…

No result

I tried to draw the edge of us

But every line returned to dust

Identity slips through the frame

Nothing remains that stays the same

The more I trace, the less I see

A fading probability

I map the void with careful lines

But lose the shape each time I find

A contour built on shifting sand

That disappears beneath my hand

No edge

No core

No “you”

Anymore

Outline not found

Nothing to hold

Nothing to ground

Nothing controlled

Not found

Not found

I zoom into what might be real

But pixels break the way I feel

The closer that I try to get

The more it turns to silhouette

A ghost of form, a fading trace

A presence lost in its own space

I call your name, it doesn’t stay

Just noise that slowly drains away

No signal left

To define

Outline not found

Nothing remains

No final sound

No lasting name

Not—

Not—

Found—

Found—

Was there ever

Anything?

Or just patterns

Flickering?

Was it real

Or just a phase?

A shape we dreamed

Inside the haze?

We dissolve without a trace

No contour left to interlace

Just signal fading into none

An ending that was never one