Some gazes feel like half-closed doors Letting in just enough to warm the floor I pass by faces like unread signs But one will stay and blur the lines There’s no promise, no design Just a why not or a maybe in her eyes A flicker caught between the noise And the hush beneath the lies And I keep looking for a thread, a trace In the quiet tremble of a stranger’s face Not for love, just some small light That says you're still here, and it’s all right Benches damp with evening rain Footsteps fading down a one-way lane Some smiles fall like leaves, too brief to keep But one might stir what lies too deep A glance that pauses time, then slips A breathless word that never trips And I hold on like it was meant Though nothing ever leaves a dent And I keep looking for a thread, a trace In the quiet tremble of a stranger’s face Not for love, just some small light That says you're still here, and it’s all right I don’t need to know the lines she’s crossed Just a second where the silence gets lost A glimpse, a pull, a shared unknown That tells me I’m not quite alone And I keep looking for a thread, a trace In the silent weight of a passing face Not for love, but something slight That says you're still here, and it’s all right
