Lyric

Boxes on the wooden floor

Sunlight sliding through the door

Echoes in an empty frame

Calling out your name

Curtains sway with northern breeze

Memories hiding in the trees

A kettle sings, the window glows

Time moves soft and slow

In this new villa, I breathe again

Painting dreams on windowpanes

Steps uncertain, yet I stay

Learning how to find my way

In this new villa…

Old postcards in your coat

Letters that you never wrote

Tea left cooling by the bed

Stories spinning in my head

No map, no plan, just sky and land

I light a lamp with trembling hands

This house may hold what I let in

So I begin…

In this new villa, the silence speaks

Of something fragile, something deep

I place my fears on the windowsill

And breathe you in until I’m still

In this new villa…

And when the blossoms start to fall

I’ll be ready after all…