[Intro | soft reverb guitar, faint wind sounds]
The air tastes like old confessions,
Still hanging in the dawn.
I water wilted memories,
Pretending they’re not gone.
[Verse 1]
Built a garden out of broken glass,
Every petal cuts when I look back.
I named the thorns after every lapse,
And watched them bloom from what I lacked.
The night keeps secrets in its glow,
It’s heard me crack but never show.
I stitched my guilt in silver seams,
And hid the truth inside my dreams.
[Chorus]
If these walls could hum, they’d hum your name,
Through every fault I tried to frame.
And though I stand in shattered light,
I’m the reason it’s not bright.
Each reflection bleeds a shade of rain —
That’s how I speak without the pain.
[Verse 2]
I talk to ghosts that never lied,
They echo what I’ve tried to hide.
They tell me “you can’t mend the past,
When silence grows too loud, too fast.”
So I built my peace in fragile tones,
Hoping the cracks could sound like home.
But every note, beneath the chord,
Still trembles with what went ignored.
[Chorus]
If these walls could hum, they’d hum your name,
Through every fault I tried to frame.
And though I stand in shattered light,
I’m the reason it’s not bright.
Each reflection bleeds a shade of rain —
That’s how I speak without the pain.
[Bridge | whisper, strings build tension]
I left a message in the wind’s refrain,
Buried in the dust of my refrain.
If you listen close between the lines,
The guilt still lingers, undefined.
[Outro | faint heartbeat fading into static]
So if the night feels heavier than it should,
It’s me—trying to make wrong sound like good.
You won’t hear my truth outright,
But it hums beneath the cracks of light.
Drozalloxx
