Текст песни
The pavement breathes a foggy sigh, beneath a sickle moon.
I trace the cracks that map the time, and hum a broken tune.
The echo of a silent bell that rang from some old tower.
I feel the pull, I know the way, it calls me to its power.
I step into the in-between, where solid things grow thin.
A current pulls beneath the skin, a resonance within.
I offer up my weary breath, a currency of grey.
To dance with forms that have no name, and lose the light of day.
We waltz with what the light has left, a slow and turning sweep.
We hold the shape of all that's gone, a promise we will keep.
We move as one, a whispered breath, in step and out of time.
This hollow dance is all we have, this fractured, fading rhyme.
The world outside is sharp and clean, a photograph of pain.
But here the edges blur and blend, like winter's freezing rain.
My partner has no face to know, no history to tell.
Just shadows of a deeper self, a comfortable farewell.
We waltz with what the light has left, a slow and turning sweep.
We hold the shape of all that's gone, a promise we will keep.
We move as one, a whispered breath, in step and out of time.
This hollow dance is all we have, this fractured, fading rhyme.
And in this spin, a strange release, a truth the daylight mars.
There is no wound within the dark, just acceptance of the scars.
This is not a fight to win; it is a quiet grace.
A slow surrender to the pull, in this familiar space.
Slower now... the music fades...
Just my breath... and shifting shades...
The final turn... the bow is made...
Just a shadow...
Where I stayed.