The apartment breathes in static light Late trains shaking through the walls again Someone laughs outside, somewhere below Like they still know where they’re going I keep rewriting the same escape Different cities, different names Trying to tell the difference Between movement and change There’s a thin line Between leaving behind And disappearing A thin line Between open skies And nowhere to land The radio fades between frequencies Half-heard voices crossing in the dark Everybody selling new directions Nobody saying what they lost And I’ve watched good people grow tired Trying to carry too much meaning In a world that trades silence For endless noise Maybe freedom isn’t a place Maybe it’s learning what remains When there’s nothing left to blame There’s a thin line Between running away And searching for air A thin line Between being alive And just staying there And all these borderlines inside me Shift like shadows when the night runs long Every answer leaves another question Every road becomes another one I met strangers who felt like mirrors Empty rooms that still held ghosts And moments so unbearably honest I almost believed I was close Close to something unspoken Something quieter than hope Not salvation Not escape Just enough light To keep moving There’s a thin line Between losing yourself And finally seeing A thin line Between holding on And learning to leave If meaning lives anywhere Maybe it lives right here In the unfinished people Still trying to reach each other
