[Intro] Morning in the grass. Petals on my sleeve. Your name in my mouth like a dream losing teeth. [Verse 1] The trees look smaller with the sun up honest, no blue smoke, no silver disguise. Last night, every branch had a secret. Now it’s just birds picking dew from the wires. I found a flower crushed in my pocket, purple stain on the linen seam. I found your laugh in the wrong part of me, still warm where it should not be. Somebody’s vow lay bent by the brook. Somebody’s shoe lost its shine. We called it magic when the moon was watching. Morning calls it borrowed time. [Chorus] When the spell wears off, what do we keep? Was it love in the dark or just mercy for sleep? If your hand lets go and mine still reaches, when the spell wears off, what did it teach us? [Verse 2] You wouldn’t meet my eyes by the hedgerow, and I was grateful for the leaves between. There are some truths that enter softly because the door is tired of being seen. I remember wanting what I wanted. I remember wanting wrong. I remember your face turning golden when the night rewrote the song. Now the daylight counts the fingerprints, petals, bruises, broken thread. Not every kiss becomes a promise. Not every wound wants to be read. But something real moved under the foolish. Something kind stood near the flame. I can’t tell if the spell invented us or only gave the hidden thing a name. [Chorus] When the spell wears off, what do we keep? Was it love in the dark or just mercy for sleep? If your hand lets go and mine still reaches, when the spell wears off, what did it teach us? [Bridge] No fairy debt. No moon to blame. Just grass on my knees and your almost-name. No trumpet. No curse. No glittering proof. Just a mouth full of wonder and a room full of truth. Maybe the dream lied. Maybe it leaned. Maybe it took off the mask I had not seen. Maybe I loved you because I was blind. Maybe I saw you for the first real time. [Final Chorus] When the spell wears off, let something stay. Not all of the night. Not all of the ache. If your hand lets go and mine still reaches, when the spell wears off, leave what it teaches. [Outro] Morning in the grass. Petals at our feet. Your name leaves my mouth and the quiet tastes sweet. [End]
