Lyric

I woke before the light could speak

A quiet room, a quieter me

The air was thin with yesterday

Still holding what I couldn’t say

Your name was somewhere in the sound

Not lost, not here, just drifting round

Like dust that moves when no one sees

A trace of something left in me

I don’t need answers in the dark

Just something small, a distant spark

A shape of you I almost know

A place I almost let go

The morning bends but doesn’t break

A fragile line I hesitate

To follow through, to disappear

Or stay a while and keep you near

If I am only passing through

A fading thought that once was you

Then let me rest inside this space

Unheld, unnamed, a borrowed place

And when the silence comes again

I won’t resist, I won’t pretend

It isn’t empty like before

It sounds a little bit like you