Lyric

Amidst the white noise I hear before the morning, I sing at my own tempo without becoming someone else's light

The residual heat of yesterday's voice lingers at the end of the microphone. Through the glass, I can softly see tomorrow

The world is on a loop, but it won't stop

Amidst the white noise I hear before the morning, I don't become someone else's hero, I live by my own voice

A rhythm seeped into the walls. A melody without an answer. Only small footsteps guide me along the way

Don't count. Don't make assumptions. While the sound fades, I'm reborn

Amidst the morning, between yesterday and today. Breaking away from someone else's rules, I move forward slowly. The roughness of my sparkling voice melts in the palm of my hand

The studio lights go out. I'm still singing