Circling A Dying Sun
[Intro] The light is fading slowly, And I can feel its warmth slipping from my hands. I keep moving in circles, Hoping I can catch whatโs already gone. [Verse 1] Every day feels like a shadow, Dragging me across the same lines I drew before. I tell myself itโs not over, But even hope feels tired tonight. The people I trusted Seem further away than yesterday, And every choice I make Feels like walking in slow motion Through a storm I canโt escape. [Pre-Chorus] Iโm holding on to fragments, Trying to breathe through the heaviness. I donโt want to fall, But the world keeps spinning faster Than I can keep pace. [Chorus] Circling a dying sun, Chasing a warmth I canโt reclaim. I feel the heat slipping through me, And Iโm still here, still trying. Every light that fades Reminds me what Iโve lost, But I canโt stop the orbit, Even when it burns. [Verse 2] I remember the mornings When it felt like anything was possible. Now those memories are heavy, Like stones in my chest. I keep asking the sky why, Why some things leave before weโre ready, Why we canโt save the ones we love Even when we try our hardest. [Pre-Chorus] I keep tracing the edges, Running in circles I cannot escape. The gravity of everything I canโt fix Pulls me closer to the end, But I refuse to let it take me. [Chorus] Circling a dying sun, Chasing a warmth I canโt reclaim. I feel the heat slipping through me, And Iโm still here, still trying. Every light that fades Reminds me what Iโve lost, But I canโt stop the orbit, Even when it burns. [Bridge] Iโve been waiting for someone To light the path I canโt see. Iโve been praying for relief In a sky that doesnโt answer. But maybe the only thing left Is to keep circling, To keep moving, Even if the fire inside me Fades with every step. [Final Chorus] Circling a dying sun, I know the warmth is gone. But Iโll keep turning, keep reaching, Even when it hurts. Iโm holding what remains, Even as the light fades away, Because letting go Would mean giving up on everything I am. [Outro] Some things arenโt meant to last. Some lights arenโt meant to stay. But the choice to keep circling Is mine alone.
