Drying Season x Ghost Motion (Mashup)
[singer A] The windows are open For the first time in weeks A pale square on the bedroom wall Where your picture used to be The morning doesnโt ask me To make sense of everything Nothing blooms all at once Nothing leaves in a day But the air is moving through And I donโt turn away Itโs a drying season The slow return of light The floorboards keep their shadows But the room can breathe tonight Iโm not calling it forgiveness Iโm not calling it goodbye Just a little less water In the corners of my life [transition] [singer B] Iโm a flicker in the dark, a candle burning thin Tracing all the places where the air begins to spin You blew the flame, but left the cold behind A fragile memory playing in my mind The wax is hardening, the wick is turning gray Iโm watching every shadow start to drift away And Iโm searching for a light thatโs gone to smoke Wishing I could fix the promises we broke โCause Iโm lost in the Ghost Motion of you Like tissue paper torn in a room without a view You Extinguished the fire, but the haze remains A rhythm in the silence, pulsing through my veins Fading to grey... Fading to grey... Fading to grey... The ghost is moving, but nothing remains. [transition] [singer A] Let the old marks stay Let the paint grow pale I donโt need the walls To forget the rain Itโs a drying season The slow return of light The floorboards keep their shadows But the room can breathe tonight Iโm not calling it forgiveness Iโm not calling it goodbye Just a little less water And a little more of my life The windows are open The morning comes in
