© 2025 Chatmat [Verse 1] The air still hums with things unsaid, A choir of ghosts in open air. The river keeps what’s left unshed, It knows the weight of what we bear. The echoes live beneath the pine, They bloom when no one’s near. The things I lost, they still align, In chords the sky can hear. [Pre-Chorus] Every sound becomes a seed, Every silence, what it feeds. [Chorus] I found the shape of sound in me, A pulse that hums where roots should be. The quiet breaks, the waves return, The wind remembers what we learn. The field hums low, the stars reply, In tones the dawn can’t justify. I built a home from every tone, Now even silence feels like home. [Verse 2] I caught a spark in fading blue, It sang of places I outgrew. Each year I shed, each song I keep, Still rooted where the echoes sleep. A breath between the now and then, Where sound becomes a guide again. The melody that led me home, Was made of things I’d left alone. [Pre-Chorus] Every sound becomes a seed, Every silence, what it feeds. [Chorus] I found the shape of sound in me, A pulse that hums where roots should be. The quiet breaks, the waves return, The wind remembers what we learn. The field hums low, the stars reply, In tones the dawn can’t justify. I built a home from every tone, Now even silence feels like home. [Bridge] What fades will find another ear, No sound is ever lost, my dear. The air is full of songs begun, Still ringing when we think they’re done. [Final Chorus] I found the shape of sound in me, A pulse that hums where roots should be. The quiet breaks, the waves return, The wind remembers what we learn. I found the shape of sound in me, A pulse that hums where roots should be. The quiet breaks, the waves return, The wind remembers what we learn.
