Faded | ft. TongMick

[Gothic Infused Folk Metal, Artcore-Strings, Mutation Blues], Witch House, Immersive, Female Clear Vocals, Layered Sound

I trace the lines of where you used to be,
The quiet haunts, but never sets me free.
Your presence lingers like a distant shore,
But reaching you means losing more.

We built a world of glass and stone,
Now all that’s left is what we’ve outgrown.
The weight of silence in the air,
Reminds me you’re no longer there.

You told me time would heal the scars,
But we’ve drifted way too far.
The pieces shattered, hard to place,
I’m trapped inside this endless chase.

Faded, (Faded) like the words we never spoke,
Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope.
What’s wrong with this picture?
It’s slipping through our hands,
(Like grains of sand.)

Faded (Faded) but I can’t let go,
Caught between what we’ll never know.
What’s wrong with this picture?

She left her mark in every space,
But time erased her fragile grace.
We tried to hold on, but the lines were blurred,
Our voices lost in every word.
I watch the pieces fall apart,
The memories still haunt my heart.
The ash and flame, the bitter end,
We can’t go back, we can’t pretend.

You told me time would heal the scars,
But we’ve drifted way too far.
The pieces shattered, hard to place,
I’m trapped inside this endless chase.

Faded (Faded), like the words we never spoke,
Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope.
What’s wrong with this picture?
It’s slipping through our hands,
(Like grains of sand.)

Faded (Faded), but I can’t let go,
Caught between what we’ll never know.
What’s wrong with this picture?
We tried to make it last,
But now it’s in the past.

We held on tight, but now it’s gone,
The weight too heavy to carry on.
No more pretending, no more lies,
We’re just two shadows in disguise.

Faded, like the words we never spoke,
Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope.
What’s wrong with this picture?
It’s slipping through our hands,
(Like grains of sand.)

Faded, but I can’t let go,
Caught between what we’ll never know.
What’s wrong with this picture?
We tried to make it last,
But now it’s in the past.

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© TongMick © Tagliuz I trace the lines of where you used to be, The quiet haunts, but never sets me free. Your presence lingers like a distant shore, But reaching you means losing more. We built a world of glass and stone, Now all that’s left is what we’ve outgrown. The weight of silence in the air, Reminds me you’re no longer there. You told me time would heal the scars, But we’ve drifted way too far. The pieces shattered, hard to place, I’m trapped inside this endless chase. Faded, (Faded) like the words we never spoke, Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope. What’s wrong with this picture? It’s slipping through our hands, (Like grains of sand.) Faded (Faded) but I can’t let go, Caught between what we’ll never know. What’s wrong with this picture? She left her mark in every space, But time erased her fragile grace. We tried to hold on, but the lines were blurred, Our voices lost in every word. I watch the pieces fall apart, The memories still haunt my heart. The ash and flame, the bitter end, We can’t go back, we can’t pretend. You told me time would heal the scars, But we’ve drifted way too far. The pieces shattered, hard to place, I’m trapped inside this endless chase. Faded (Faded), like the words we never spoke, Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope. What’s wrong with this picture? It’s slipping through our hands, (Like grains of sand.) Faded (Faded), but I can’t let go, Caught between what we’ll never know. What’s wrong with this picture? We tried to make it last, But now it’s in the past. We held on tight, but now it’s gone, The weight too heavy to carry on. No more pretending, no more lies, We’re just two shadows in disguise. Faded, like the words we never spoke, Hanging on, but we’re running out of hope. What’s wrong with this picture? It’s slipping through our hands, (Like grains of sand.) Faded, but I can’t let go, Caught between what we’ll never know. What’s wrong with this picture? We tried to make it last, But now it’s in the past.

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