Letras
Neon flickers on the windowpane,
Shadows leaning on my name,
Every clock is out of time,
Every truth is drawn in chalk lines.
I hear footsteps in my chest,
Like a city losing rest,
All the words I never said
Spin in circles in my head.
The air is thin, the walls are close,
I'm learning how to breathe in ghosts,
Every fear I tried to hide
Is standing on the other side.
I'm caught between the silence and the storm,
Between the wreckage and the form,
I hold the fire, I hold the cold,
I'm breaking just to feel whole.
I'm standing where the shadows glow,
Where every ending starts to grow,
I lose myself, I find my name,
Between the breathing and the pain.
Streetlights hum like tired prayers,
Rain keeps falling everywhere,
Every face I've ever known
Feels like glass against my bones.
I was built from borrowed skies,
Promises and alibis,
Tried to run, but every mile
Led me deeper in denial.
My pulse is louder than my doubt,
The dark is screaming, "Get me out,"
But in the mirror of the night
I see a spark refusing fright.
I'm caught between the silence and the storm,
Between the wreckage and the form,
I hold the fire, I hold the cold,
I'm breaking just to feel whole.
I'm standing where the shadows glow,
Where every ending starts to grow,
I lose myself, I find my name,
Between the breathing and the pain.
If I fall into the unknown,
Let the wind remind my bones,
That I'm more than what I fear,
More than every wasted year.
In the static, in the noise,
In the shattered, fragile voice,
There's a rhythm, slow and true,
Pulling me back into you.
Between the night and rising light,
I trace the edge of wrong and right,