[Verse 1]
The streetlamp hums a tired tune, raining time on cracked sidewalks,
Your breath clouds the frozen morning, a ghost between panting steps,
Fingers tracing half-forgotten names carved deep beneath the peeling bark.
A stray cat watches, poised on shattered glass, silent judge of empty promises.
[Pre-Chorus]
You shuffle through the scattered leaves—each one a whispered story torn,
The weight of winter settling slow, like smoke curling through bare branches.
[Chorus]
Hold tight the flicker, don’t let it fall—this fragile flame against the cold,
We spin in circles, chasing seconds, in the quiet moments we unfold.
Our shadows stretch but never break, weaving threads none else can see,
In the pause before the dawn, that’s where you find me.
[Verse 2]
Coffee cools beside the window’s edge, your gaze caught in the fading light,
Sheets tangled like the words we left unsaid, curling soft beneath the night.
Outside, the city exhales slow and dark, as footsteps fade down empty halls,
A melody hums, bricks remembering the rhythm of our destined calls.
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock hands scrape their steady song against the worn-out floorboards’ sigh,
Beneath the pulse of sleepless stars, your heartbeat pulls the shadows nigh.
[Chorus]
Hold tight the flicker, don’t let it fall—this fragile flame against the cold,
We spin in circles, chasing seconds, in the quiet moments we unfold.
Our shadows stretch but never break, weaving threads none else can see,
In the pause before the dawn, that’s where you find me.
[Bridge]
Between the cracks, the sunlight leaks in crooked smiles and amber tones,
Every broken piece collects the light, rebuilding castles out of stones.
You and I, stitched tight in this faded photograph of time,
Moving through the blur with silent words that never needed rhyme.
[Chorus]
Hold tight the flicker, don’t let it fall—this fragile flame against the cold,
We spin in circles, chasing seconds, in the quiet moments we unfold.
Our shadows stretch but never break, weaving threads none else can see,
In the pause before the dawn, that’s where you find me.
[Outro]
The streetlamp hums a softer tune, night’s curtain pulled slowly closed,
And in that hush, our stories breathe—where you end and I begin, composed.
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