Whispers in the Fragile Morning

Faded echoes in the glows of the town A forgotten rose breathing the haze I trace the cracks in coffee stained walls You laugh like a glitch in the quiet storm We dance on thrift store A shadow's twist in our spoken words Pockets full of crumpled dreams Your eyes hold the weight of unwound tapes In this room we build from build From scraps, hearts unraveling thread by thread Oh, with a stat in the spark Flick the lights in the dark Hold me close where the edges blur Quirky hearts collide in slow melancholy rhythm We both know we're the glitch the raw the real Fading out They're all the real but never still And if the tape runs out too soon If the noise drowns our fragile tune I'll read one of these in my chest Quirky love, our quiet protest Breathe the chaos, taste the ache Taste the ache in the low fiber we both break And if the tape runs out too soon If the tape runs out too soon If the tape runs out too soon If the tape runs out too soon I'll rewind these moments in my quirky love Our quiet protest, breathe the chaos Taste the ache in the low fiber we both break Oh, with a stat in the spark Flickering lights in the dark Hold me close where the edges blur in this mess I finally feel Quirky hearts collide in slow melancholy rhythm We both know we're the glitch the raw the real Fading out Fading echoes, soft and low Static hum letting go Breathe out the haste