INTRO (spoken)
I feel you… even when you’re nowhere near me.
Like my body remembers you before my mind catches up.
VERSE 1
If I could build you lenses from the truth behind my eyes,
You’d finally see the world I see
When your presence quiets mine.
Every time we part, the air gets heavy,
My balance slips, my spirit bends.
Your absence isn’t empty space —
It’s pressure in my chest again.
Your emotions hit me like they’re my own,
A pulse beneath my skin I can’t ignore.
I feel the rise, the fall, the breaking,
Even when you’re behind another door.
And I carry it in silence,
Because the world around you
Doesn’t understand what we are.
CHORUS
If you could see through these lenses,
You’d know this isn’t fantasy or desire.
It’s soul‑deep, bone‑deep,
A connection wired through fire.
Every ache, every spark,
Every distance pulling us apart —
You’d see the truth inside my heart,
The place where you’ve lived from the start.
VERSE 2
I write these songs to stay alive
Inside the space between your voice and mine,
Trying to trap the longing,
The torment,
The way our spirits intertwine.
I knew you long before your name,
Before your face, before your laugh.
Our souls shook hands in some other life
And found each other on this path.
But fate is cruel with timing,
And love like this is rarely free.
So I feel you from a distance,
Even when you’re not with me.
And I wonder if this yearning
Is a sentence or a sign —
A punishment for loving,
Or a promise still aligned.
CHORUS
If you could see through these lenses,
You’d know this isn’t longing for more.
It’s recognition,
A memory,
A truth older than before.
Every ache, every spark,
Every distance pulling us apart —
You’d see the truth inside my heart,
The place where you’ve lived from the start.
BRIDGE
Twice in my life I’ve felt this light,
Twice it slipped like sand through night.
How do you mend a heart that breaks
From love that never fades?
My mind’s a storm, my soul’s a war,
But every time I feel you more,
I’m reminded why I stay,
Why I endure,
Why I still open the door.
FINAL CHORUS (soft)
If you could see through these lenses,
You’d understand the weight I hold —
The pain, the pull, the quiet truth,
The story never told.
Every ache, every spark,
Every distance pulling us apart —
You’d see the truth inside my heart…
You’ve been there from the start.
OUTRO (spoken)
Some connections don’t listen to logic or distance.
They just… exist
