(Verse 1)
I see the way you look away,
Like there’s something you can’t say,
Your eyes are caught in a distant dream,
Like you’re holding onto something unseen.
Maybe I’m just a ghost in your head,
A love you still haven’t let go,
I hear the silence in the songs you write,
But you never let me know.
(Pre-Chorus)
And you, you don’t think I see,
The little clues you leave for me,
The way your words still carry weight,
Like you’re still waiting for a change of fate.
(Chorus)
You’re writing songs I’ll never hear,
Telling stories that aren’t quite clear,
But I know the melody’s still mine,
And the words you’re hiding are a sign.
You can’t let go, but you never say,
What you still feel in the quiet way,
I see you writing out your soul,
But you don’t know, I already know.
(Verse 2)
I catch the flicker of your hand,
When you play the chords I never planned,
The tune sounds familiar, it’s all too close,
Like you’re singing secrets you never chose.
And I wonder if you ever know,
The way the lyrics overflow,
The love you still can’t quite release,
Is pouring out in songs of peace.
(Pre-Chorus)
And you, you don’t think I see,
The little clues you leave for me,
The way your words still carry weight,
Like you’re still waiting for a change of fate.
(Chorus)
You’re writing songs I’ll never hear,
Telling stories that aren’t quite clear,
But I know the melody’s still mine,
And the words you’re hiding are a sign.
You can’t let go, but you never say,
What you still feel in the quiet way,
I see you writing out your soul,
But you don’t know, I already know.
(Bridge)
It’s in the spaces between each line,
The unsaid things you still define,
I hear the rhythm, but not the truth,
You’re holding on like I never knew.
You paint a picture, but it’s incomplete,
I feel the heartbeat beneath the beat,
The echo’s calling, but you don’t see,
You’re still writing songs about me.
(Chorus)
You’re writing songs I’ll never hear,
Telling stories that aren’t quite clear,
But I know the melody’s still mine,
And the words you’re hiding are a sign.
You can’t let go, but you never say,
What you still feel in the quiet way,
I see you writing out your soul,
But you don’t know, I already know.
(Outro)
Oh, you don’t know,
I already know,
Your heart’s still writing songs,
But you’ll never let it show.
