[Verse 1] There’s a receipt on the counter, corners curled, milk and bread, but no one ate today. The plants keep leaning toward something distant, lined up like they’re waiting for spring. [Chorus] This is proof of life, but fragile. This is proof of life, still cold. No one’s running, no one’s shouting, but I was hoping for more to hold. [Verse 2] The dog looks up when the bowl clatters, but waits too long before she eats. Someone left a chair not quite pushed in, as if they didn’t mean to leave. [Chorus] This is proof of life, but fragile. This is proof of life, still cold. No one’s running, no one’s shouting, but I was hoping for more to hold. [Bridge] The clock ticks slower in the evenings now, And there’s still time, but less worth counting. [Final Chorus] This is proof of life, but fragile. This is proof of life, still cold. No one’s running, no one’s shouting, but I was hoping for more to hold. This is proof of life, but fragile. And I wonder if we’ll ever feel whole.
