歌詞

Bartender’s wiping down the map of spills

Old jokes fading on the TV glow

Two strangers trade their tired tales

Dice roll slow on the scarred wood below

Let the world turn on the other side of these walls

Let the noise run wild where the daylight falls

I’ll sit in this hush

Tracing rings in the wood

Breathing in quiet

Tasting the good

A woman hums along to some forgotten tune

Staring through the label on her drink

Her hand rests easy on an empty stool

Eyes half-closed like she’s too tired to think

Let the world turn on the other side of these walls

Let the noise run wild where the daylight falls

I’ll sit in this hush

Tracing rings in the wood

Breathing in quiet

Tasting the good

The neon sign outside flickers like a tired eye

Coats hang heavy

Dripping melted snow

A chessboard waits mid-game on a corner shelf

Black queen leaning

Unsure where to go

Let the rush stay far on the other side of these walls

Let the clocks run fast where the daylight calls

I’ll sit in this hush

Tracing rings in the wood

Breathing in quiet

Tasting the good

An old man folds a letter into perfect squares

Slides it deep into his worn-out sleeve

He smiles at nothing

Taps a rhythm on his glass

Like he just found a reason not to leave

Maybe peace is this

Soft laugh

Slow drip

Small talk drifting away

Maybe I was always chasing louder days (Too loud)

When all I needed was a place

To let my thoughts walk home at their own pace

Let their storms blow hard on the other side of these walls

Let their names flash bright where the daylight sprawls

I’ll sit in this hush

Tracing rings in the wood

Breathing in quiet

Breathing in quiet

Tasting the good