Lyric

Do the birds still miss the rocks they left behind

Flying high above a nameless town?

Looking down on streets that don’t know their own past

Do they feel alone the way I do now?

They cry out loud for the ones they lost

Echoes falling through the sky

The city answers with its silence

Like it knows how to survive and lie

All our words became scars and excuses

Drifting like tired water downstream

Every lie, every wound, every truth

Flows back to the place where you used to be

The river keeps moving, I’m fading in the flow

Gone, gone, but I still don’t know

What’s on the other side of this night

What waits when the current lets me go

The river keeps moving, taking our pain

Gone, gone, but I can’t see straight

Till the day this darkness clears

I’ll follow the sound of your name

I sleep with my hair still wet from rain

Clothes on the floor from yesterday

The walls don’t speak, they only stare

Like they see the weakness I can’t erase

The wind that learned our softest lies

Brushes gently on your face

It carries all the nights we broke

To somewhere time can’t replace

All our words became scars and excuses

Floating through the hours we can’t save

Every tear, every fear, every truth

Rides the breath of the passing waves

The night keeps moving, I’m lost in its glow

Gone, gone, but I still don’t know

If you’re crying somewhere far from me

If you feel what I still hold

The night keeps moving, touching our pain

Soft, soft like a familiar rain

If your heart is calling in the dark

I’ll answer even if I break

Standing in seasons I can’t rewind

Waiting for memories that won’t align

Even the birds that lost their way

Still sing when the sky goes gray

We’re weak, we’re tired, we’re full of scars

Still we hum under broken stars

Still we sing, still we stay

Still we wait for a better day

The river keeps moving, carrying our songs

All the nights where we stayed too long

Even if I can’t see the end

I’ll keep walking where you’re gone

The river keeps moving, so will I

With every wound, with every sigh

Weak and foolish, still I’ll sing

Till the morning learns our cry

La la la…

The water remembers

La la la…

So do I