Fading Traces by SuperBadDad In the silence, shadows linger, Words unsaid grow cold, bitter. Another glance, another step back, In a hallway dark, fading track. You hold the words, I feel them too, But neither one dares to push through. Tangled up in faded glory, Bound to this silent story, Every beat is one we miss, What if it ends like this? And all the things we never said, Hang between us, painted red. Lost apologies in the quiet fall, Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all? It’s like we dance around the truth, Careful steps, no sudden moves. Pretend that we’re just fine this way, Yet feel the weight of words we never say. Echoes pulse in empty spaces, Memories haunt familiar places, If we turn, will we still see, The pieces left of you and me? And all the things we never said, Hang between us, painted red. Lost apologies in the quiet fall, Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all? I tried to find the lines to bridge this hollow, But pride, it swallows every word we borrow. Are we doomed to drift as shadows, Caught in places that love won’t follow? And all the things we never said, Hang between us, painted red. Lost apologies in the quiet fall, Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all? Are we ghosts? (Say nothing) ARE WE GHOSTS? (I'm saying nothing) ARE WE GHOSTS? (just say nothing) And all the things we never said, Hang between us, painted red. Lost apologies in the quiet fall, Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all? Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all? Are we ghosts? Are we ghosts if we say nothing at all?
