℗ Copyright 2025 by Midknightoil Music, All rights reserved. ☢ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 🧶 - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RHtX1sMkxhBIXBxdqftsK 📻 - YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCuW6er98D210fb6pIcp9jpA 🍎 - Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/midknightoil-music/1771715875 ✖ - X Artist: https://x.com/Midknightoil_M 📽 - TikTok Artist: https://www.tiktok.com/@midknightoil 📸 - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/midknightoil_music/ 🎧 - Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DJCJXCL2/midknightoil-music 💜 - Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/284428631 🌐 - Website: https://www.thrownexception.com Author Notes: "Exhale" captures the reverent stillness of witnessing someone unknowingly create beauty — a moment suspended in breath, smoke, and awe. It's about the sacredness of impermanence, and how something as small as an exhale can feel like a ghost being set free. [Verse 1] She breathes — softly, — slow, Whispers curl like threadbare ghosts. Her lips—half-moon—exhale thin, Ghosts, vanish in the sky like quiet sins— [Verse 2] And I watch, barely breathing. As smoke drifts—dancing—slowly teasing. And like fingers weaving secrets lost, Folded in the quiet between us— [Chorus] Exhale. And she, paints the air in smoke. Rising — rising — reaching past the ache. Her breath, a fading pulse cloaked— Tethered to the light she breaks. [Verse 3] The air grows thick, thick with ash— Her lips, a hollow hymn—unsung— Each wisp a fading prayer dashed. Disappearing like a love undone— [Chorus] Exhale. And she, paints the air in smoke. Rising — rising — reaching past the ache. Her breath, a fading pulse cloaked— Tethered to the light she breaks. [Bridge] Ghosts are not gone — just waiting— star-crossed. To be breathed back in— before they're lost. [fade to end]
