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Endless Light (Chris) 1 by Empress

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Endless Light (Chris) 1

Contemporary Pop,Neutral Vocals

0:003:13
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
On Tuesday mornings you fold dawn into a mug,
Stir cinnamon into small talk, laugh, and shrug.
Hand-drawn maps on friends' kitchen doors,
Whispered directions like bandages for sore floors.
(Pre-Chorus)
And when the city forgets how to be kind,
You patch the corners of the day, one smile at a time.
(Chorus)
Chris, you're a single match in a cold, dark room,
A stubborn spark that learns the shape of gloom.
You tie loose ends of tired nights,
Turn small embers into bright lights.
When rain writes doubts across the glass,
You hum the measure that pulls us back.
(Verse 2)
You pet the stray like it's a familiar song,
Share your jacket when the wind plays wrong.
At 2 a.m. you trace the skyline's tired line,
You make losing feel soft, make falling feel fine.
(Pre-Chorus - lift)
You don't need thunder to prove you're brave,
Just little hands you hold and the small things that you save.
(Chorus - variation)
Chris, you're a single match in a cold, dark room,
A stubborn spark that learns the shape of gloom.
You have a way of turning worn-out days to gold,
A quiet revolution, gentle and bold.
When doubts line up like officers in grey,
You sing a doorbell into morning — show the way.
(Bridge)
Behind your laugh there's a hairline crack,
On restless nights you warm a chipped mug you never pack.
You hide your doubts beneath a careful grin,
But even hidden, they teach the light within.
And if your shoulders sag beneath some quiet storm,
Know every small repair you make becomes a form
Of grace — it writes our names across the sky,
So we can call your name when our own lights die.
(Chorus - final, escalated)
Chris, you're the single match in a cold, dark room,
A stubborn light that refuses to consume.
We'll carry your ember when your hands feel thin,
Keep the tiny blaze you start alive within.
And when the city sleeps and silence leans to stay,
Your murmured compass pulls the world our way.
(Outro)
So keep folding dawn into a paper cup,
Keep humming soft the world back up.
Chris, your light is endless, threaded through the small things —
An atlas for the lost, a home for all.
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