Verse 1 Morning pain, kettle sings low Tea and pills, a code he knows White lilies bloom beyond the glass Even beauty runs on schedule Chorus 1 We bloom once, then hold still That’s not tragedy, just the deal Some systems fail gracefully When they’re built with care Verse 2 He keeps his tools wrapped clean Torque wrench from the life he dreamed Now he calibrates silence, Measures breath instead of load Chorus 2 We bloom once, and fade slow That’s maintenance, not sorrow Leaves fall quiet on the fault line Nothing left to repair Bridge People break before the warning light Forget to check the pressure gauge He still does—out of habit, not hope Final Chorus We bloom once, pure and plain Return the pattern, not the name White against the dying green The only system still in tuneAcoustic folk ambient indie singer-songwriter cinematic ballad alt-country lo-fi melancholic contemporary classical
