[Intro] The bakery sign is still on at the corner The first bus carries its ordinary load [Verse 1] The bakery sign is still on at the corner Blue digits blink over a row of clean cups A bus exhales, then rolls past the pharmacy Someone folds tomorrow’s paper shut I lie awake with the window half open A radiator ticks like a patient clock Far off, a family counts what is missing Here, the milk goes sour on the counter [Pre-Chorus] The screen makes distance seem weightless A map, a caption, a face gone still Then morning asks what I’d like for breakfast As if the question could make it all smaller [Chorus] How does the world sleep so gently While someone loses the shape of home? How does silence settle so easy Till grief sounds like a country of its own? I’m tired of carrying what I can’t mend Still, I can’t make my heart close its door If numbness is the softer ending I don’t want soft that way anymore [Verse 2] We inherit names for people we’ve never met Old borders spoken over dinner plates A story is trimmed till the edges fit A clean little cause, a clean little blame The numbers pass like weather through a room A market opens; the kettle starts to sing Somebody laughs at a message from a friend And somewhere, hands are sorting through the dust [Pre-Chorus] I know my worry doesn’t lift a stone Or bring a lost voice back into the room But I fear the ease of turning away More than the ache that follows me to noon [Chorus] How does the world sleep so gently While someone loses the shape of home? How does silence settle so easy Till grief sounds like a country of its own? I’m tired of carrying what I can’t mend Still, I can’t make my heart close its door If numbness is the softer ending I don’t want soft that way anymore [Bridge] Midnight lies smooth against the glass My ceiling holds, the hallway stays untouched Somewhere, rooms are disappearing into dust And mine is quiet enough to hear too much [Final Chorus] How does the world sleep so gently While someone loses the shape of home? How does silence settle so easy Till grief sounds like a country of its own? I may not know what I can mend But I can refuse the quiet excuse When numbness asks to make me lighter I choose the weight of feeling you [Outro] The bakery sign dims at the corner The first bus carries its ordinary load I’m still awake, not brave, just listening I won’t let your sorrow become background [End] ©Quantum Soul 2026 All rights reserved
