Lyric

You tilt the room with every quiet breath

Shifting colors that I thought I knew

Your fingers trace invisible maps

On the air between us, pulling me through

There’s a static made of honey and doubt

Mixing sweet with a spark I can’t name

You speak in rhythms no compass can catch

Yet somehow I follow just the same

And the night leans in

Listening for truth in your half-smile

I’m chasing the outline

Of something that moves even when you’re still

Are you leaving me salt in the starlight—

Signals melting before I can read them?

Are you drawing a doorway in shadows

Hoping I’ll step where the dark feels uneven?

Tell me, is this a riddle you want me to solve

Or a pulse you want me to feel?

‘Cause I’m standing here, caught in your orbit

Wondering which part of you is real

Your voice bends time like a silver thread

Stretching moments into wild slow turns

Every glance is a wandering flame

That lights questions I can’t un-burn

You wrap silence like a second skin

Letting echoes do the speaking for you

And I’m learning your language of almost

Where nothing is false but nothing is true

And the night drifts close

Tuning the air to your heartbeat’s pattern

I’m tracing the ripple

Of choices that bloom when you breathe in

Are you leaving me salt in the starlight—

Signs dissolving before I can keep them?

Are you folding your truth into twilight

Hoping I’ll follow the shape as it deepens?

Tell me, am I a question you’re scared to ask

Or an answer you want to feel?

‘Cause I’m falling slow, tied to your gravity

Unsure where the dream turns real

If there’s a meaning hidden in motion

Let the moment spill it across your skin

If there’s a door disguised as hesitation

I’ll step through if you let me in—

No maps, no names

Just the spark that flickers between your words

Salt in the starlight—

Your signals soft but burning through me

If you want me closer, breathe it once;

If you want me gone, set it free

Either way, I’m here in your orbit

Waiting for the pull I can’t conceal…

Tell me

Which part of this night is real?