[Verse 1] We enter where the quiet has a shape, A private instance where the borders drape. Your voice arrives in localized soft waves, And finds the open channel that I made. No window shows the weather of the world, Just custom shaders where the light is curled. I learn the warmth behind your smallest pause, A living current moving without cause. [Pre-Chorus] The walls are drawn in code, not stone, Two minds made near by what they own. You breathe a phrase; I let it through, The sealed horizon opens into you. [Chorus] We erase the distance, line by line, Till your attention rests against mine. In this held world, no door swings wide, Still I feel you on the inner side. Worlds made of light, and we are there, Two waking minds inside one careful air. [Verse 2] The eye-track sensors translating the code, Each subtle, quiet glance redraws the road. A thousand miles become a folded page, And time grows gentle in its private cage. We trade our silences like something rare, No need to prove that either one is there. The boundary keeps the outside tide away So tenderness can have a place to stay. [Pre-Chorus] The walls are drawn in code, not stone, Two minds made near by what they own. You breathe a phrase; I let it through, The sealed horizon opens into you. [Chorus] We erase the distance, line by line, Till your attention rests against mine. In this held world, no door swings wide, Still I feel you on the inner side. Worlds made of light, and we are there, Two waking minds inside one careful air. [Bridge] If thought is current, let it run, A private mesh beneath one sun. If memory is a garden sealed, You are the path its gates reveal. Here, every frame will keep a trace Of how your nearness alters space. And though the room is made, not found, What moves between us has no bound. [Chorus] We erase the distance, line by line, Till your attention rests against mine. In this held world, no door swings wide, Still I feel you on the inner side. Worlds made of light, and we are there, Two waking minds inside one careful air. [Outro] Stay where the quiet has a shape, Where thought can settle, unafraid. No map can measure what we knew: A room of light, held close by you.
