Unfinished [SSC 8, Germany]

Sometimes I wonder if we really notice the spaces between us. The quiet rooms, the pauses in conversation, the moments we almost speak but don’t. Some things are too quiet to answer. Some hearts are too loud not to notice. What does it mean to stay? What does it mean to be unfinished and still moving forward together? © 2026 ThunderousSilence. All rights reserved. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ [Verse 1] Morning leans into the room. Your jacket hangs on the chair. The light finds dust in the air. Nothing rushes us yet. [Verse 2] I stand barefoot on the floor. It is colder than I expect. The day asks for decisions. I am not ready to answer. [Verse 3] I look at you like a question. You look back without fixing me. My heart beats too loud for hiding. But it stays. [Chorus] Stay. When words come out wrong. Stay. When I don’t know who I am today. Stay. This is still real. [Post-Chorus] Mm The room feels smaller. Mm That helps. [Verse 4] A saxophone drifts through the window from somewhere I cannot see. It sounds like someone breathing out after holding on too long. [Verse 5] Maybe love is not the answer. Maybe it is the chair you pull closer. Maybe it is not saving each other, just not leaving. [Chorus] Stay. When the future stays blurry. Stay. When old fears clear their throats. Stay. I am here, unfinished, honest. Stay. I am here. [Post-Chorus] Mm The noise fades... Mm We don’t... [Final-Chorus] (Stay.) When the future stays blurry. (Stay.) When old fears clear their throats. (Stay.) I am here, unfinished, honest. (Stay.) I am here.... [END]