[Verse 1] I found a garden where no footsteps live, roots breathing secrets into the soil of dusk. The air was heavy with names unspoken, yet every leaf carried your shadow. [Verse 2] The sky leaned closer, folding itself into glass, and I touched the silenceā it broke, but the pieces sang of you. [Pre-Chorus] I tried to weave your memory into rivers, but rivers escape, they slip into the hollow of my hands, they teach me that absence is another shape of presence. [Chorus] A lantern swings without wind, its flame is not fire, it is the echo of your breath, wandering the corridors of my chest. [Verse 3] If dreams are doors, then I have lost the keyā yet I still press my palms against the wood, feeling you move on the other side. [Verse 4] Time is merciless, but in mercy I found you: not in days, not in years, but in the way the night forgets to end when you are gone. [Chorus] A lantern swings without wind, its flame is not fire, it is the echo of your breath, wandering the corridors of my chest. [Verse 5] Your name is a thread, I follow it through shadows, through rain that never lands, through stars that never choose the sky. [Bridge] I walk among mirrors that refuse reflection, they fracture my face into unspoken prayers. Each fragment whispers your unfinished syllables, turning silence into a fragile hymn. The earth remembers what I cannot holdā your laughter buried in the soil of hours, your footsteps softened into moss, your warmth carried away by the wind, yet never gone, never gone. [Chorus] A lantern swings without wind, its flame is not fire, it is the echo of your breath, wandering the corridors of my chest. [Outro] When dawn arrives, I fear it will erase you. So I keep my eyes closed, holding the night inside my chest, where you are endless, where you are near.
