I kept the light on My only frame of reference — a way to know I’m still here… Waiting for something, waiting for something, that’s yet to come. The walls remember voices, they never let me sleep... In these weightless hours, I learn to breathe again. [main guitar riff kicks in heavy] In these drawn-out moments, my soul begins to mend. I let the quiet find me, I let it all come in. There’s comfort in the silence, The sound of breath drawn in. Every silence shapes a thought, and I become the sound. In these weightless hours, I’m finally not afraid. In these drawn-out moments, my soul begins to mend. The silence doesn’t echo now...
