[Verse 1] Your sweater’s on the chair again, Still smells like that summer rain. I trace the air where you once were, And every shadow feels like her. I’ve played this movie in my head, Too many nights, too many ends. Your ghost still hums a lullaby, Soft as the ache behind my eyes. [Pre-Chorus] Every word I never said, Still sleeping in my empty bed. I breathe your name but quietly — Like time forgot the rest of me. [Chorus] Fading Hour — you pull me under, Fading Hour — lost in your thunder. Fading Hour — my heart’s still yours, Even when you close the door. Fading Hour — it’s getting colder, Fading Hour — I’m just older. Fading Hour — it’s all the same, I still whisper your name. [Post-Chorus] Ooh, fading hour (fading hour), How do I keep you now? Ooh, fading hour (fading hour), You’re gone but I don’t know how. [Verse 2] You left your light inside my room, It flickers every afternoon. I chase your warmth through city glass, But love like this was built to pass. I wear a smile, I fake my peace, But silence never sleeps with ease. And every dream that feels like you, Reminds me what I can’t undo. [Pre-Chorus] Every song still sounds the same, Like echoes calling out your name. And I still reach for something gone, A feeling I can’t move on from. [Chorus] Fading Hour — you pull me under, Fading Hour — lost in your thunder. Fading Hour — my heart’s still yours, Even when you close the door. Fading Hour — it’s getting colder, Fading Hour — I’m just older. Fading Hour — it’s all the same, I still whisper your name. [Bridge — cinematic emotional lift] Maybe love was just a light, That burned too bright, then said goodbye. Maybe I’m just chasing sound, Of something that’s not coming ‘round. And if I fade, I fade with you — ‘Cause nothing gold stays ever true. [Final Chorus] Fading Hour — you pull me under, Fading Hour — hearts torn asunder. Fading Hour — can’t turn away, I still love you anyway. Fading Hour — this endless sky, Holds the tears I never cried. Fading Hour — it’s who we are, A wish that fell too far. [Outro — soft echo] Fading Hour… fading hour… Still yours somehow.