Verse 1: She walks where the rain meets the cobblestones, In a dress stitched with whispers, where no light’s ever shown. Her eyes, like mirrors, reflect a forgotten dream, She’s the stitch between the living and the unseen. Chorus: Draped in shadows, where the night lingers long, She hums a tune that’s neither right nor wrong. With each step, the world shifts in subtle gray, She’s the silence that haunts the break of day. Verse 2: A ribbon of mist wraps her wrists like chains, In the folds of her gown, linger memories’ remains. She’s dressed for a world where time doesn’t belong, A place where the lost souls hum along. Chorus: Draped in shadows, where the night lingers long, She hums a tune that’s neither right nor wrong. With each step, the world shifts in subtle gray, She’s the silence that haunts the break of day. Bridge: Her laughter is quiet, like a sigh in the wind, A melody of secrets that never begin. In her Dresden walldiff, with a tear in the seam, She’s a portrait of a life caught between. Chorus: Draped in shadows, where the night lingers long, She hums a tune that’s neither right nor wrong. With each step, the world shifts in subtle g
