Verse I Timeless memories carved in stone and shadow, I lived inside the past like a ghost in hollow halls. The clock stopped breathing on the night you left me, And I press my hands against its cold and silent walls. Pre-Chorus I wait in vigil, patient as the grave, For yesterday to rise from where I buried it. The candles burn but cast no warmth worth saving — Still, I tend the ember's glow, I will not surrender it. Chorus The future is a stranger I haven't learned to trust, Yet something soft and stubborn still refuses to combust. Maybe this is all we get — this knife-edge, this suspension — But I doubt it in my marrow, I doubt it in my bones. Things could fall to ruin, or rise from our intention, Standing at the crossroads, I refuse to turn to stone. Verse II I trace the faded portraits on the crumbling plaster, All the golden hours dissolved to silver dust. I was never built for speed — I worship the hereafter Of moments I once held before they turned to rust. Bridge Hope is not a candle — It is a wound that will not close. It bleeds through every darkness, It survives what no one knows. Either way the scales will tip, Either way the storm will break — I'll be standing in the threshold, Burning beautifully awake. Outro Timeless memories... I lived there once. I await patiently for those times to come back. But the future holds a torch in its cold and patient hand — And I doubt this is as far as I can stand.
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