
Verse 1: A cup of tea sits cold upon the kitchen table, Shadows of the branches dance across the wall. We seek a hidden meaning in every worn-out fable, In the rush of daylight and the silence of the fall. Outside, the city hums, a concrete engine roaring, Racing toward a deadline, never losing pace. But here, like ancient cities, we are quietly exploring The gravity of every breath and every soft embrace. Chorus: For the world is held by whispers and the loyalty of friends, By atoms of devotion that keep the heavens high. Weāre just a cloud of golden dust that shifts and never ends, Yet we carry whole universes beneath a lonely sky. From the mundane to the Makerāitās a single step to take, Through the thorns of ages and the void of cold and blue. As long as thereās a flicker and the spirit doesn't break, Weāll build our bridges to the stars and start the world anew. Verse 2: Look how the Galaxy spins its velvet wheel, Millions of light-years just to reach your eyes. The things we try to gather aren't always what is real, But a hand upon a shoulder is the greatest prize. Existence isn't numbers, or silver on a shelf, Itās in the simple question: "Are you doing fine?" In the spark of understanding that takes us out of self, The tapestry of life begins its grand design. Bridge: The laws of physics won't explain a heavy heart, And math can never calculate the summit of our joy. The past is just a canvas, a place for us to start, A vast and open horizon for us to now employ. Chorus: For the world is held by whispers and the loyalty of friends, By atoms of devotion that keep the heavens high. Weāre just a cloud of golden dust that shifts and never ends, Yet we carry whole universes beneath a lonely sky. From the mundane to the Makerāitās a single step to take, Through the thorns of ages and the void of cold and blue. As long as thereās a flicker and the spirit doesn't break, Weāll build our bridges to the stars and start the world anew. Outro: The snow is falling softly... or is it stardust on the breeze? Just stay beside me. The restā Is only the scenery of the universe.

