[Intro]
Shadows spill across the room we never named
A silent frame, a quiet aim, a whispered flame
I trace the edge of your absence with my breath
And wait for somehow, somewhere, to begin again
[Verse]
The door holds its breath as the wind forgets our names
Dust dances like old letters burned by memory flames
We learned to blur the edges where the truth should stay
In between the lines of what we chose to throw away
Your shadow stitches angles on the cold concrete
I measure every heartbeat by the rhythm of your feet
A camera forgot us, hung in a pale, pale light
We wore our silence like a cloak through the night
[Chorus]
This image says nothing, yet it screams in colorless blue
If I lean in closer, I swear I can hear the truth in you
We’re staring through a pane where promises once grew
Hold tight to the frame, till the story finds us true
[Verse]
In the glare of a room that never learned our names
I trace the outline where two silhouettes became flames
There’s a wall between us built of questions, soft and sharp
A map with no direction, a compass without heart
I reach for the edge where memory loosens its grip
Your fingers meet the air, then drift away from fingertips
The photographer forgot to press the moment to stay
We drift in echo, a caption we refused to say
[Chorus]
This image says nothing, yet it screams in colorless blue
If I lean in closer, I swear I can hear the truth in you
We’re staring through a pane where promises once grew
Hold tight to the frame, till the story finds us true
[Bridge]
Maybe the frame is a doorway to a brighter lie
Or a quiet portal where our secrets learn to fly
I tilt my mouth to the hush and kiss the grain
Let the fog of silence shuffle back into rain
We redraw the border with a line of breath
Two stories orbiting, tethered to what’s left
[Chorus]
This image says nothing, yet it blooms in silent hue
If we breathe the color back, the past might pull us through
We’re staring through a pane where promises once grew
Hold tight to the frame, till the story finds us true
[Outro]
Let the light rewrite the edges of our scene
Until the unseen awakens, softly, clean
And in the quiet, we’ll find our unspoken truth
In the image that finally learns to tell the truth
GrizzlyJones
