Through My Eyes

[Verse 1]
You trace the red
Around my tired eyes
Ask if I slept
I tell a smaller lie
Coffee gone cold
Your keys already turned
You talk about the weather
I watch the bridges burn
[Chorus]
If you could see the world
Looking through my eyes
You’d feel these quiet storms
Behind this practiced smile
Tears that never fall
Still leave their salted lines
We’re laughing in the light
But in my chest
Something dies
[Verse 2]
Your shadow moves
Across the wooden floor
Two mugs
One chair
You’re halfway out the door
I hold my breath
Like it might hold you too
My throat learns every goodbye
Before it reaches you
[Chant / Bridge]
[kneeling
Low harmony chant]
Kyrie
Have mercy on this breaking heart
Have mercy on this fading spark
Kyrie
On every vow that fell apart
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[soft harp arpeggios
Strings swelling]
Love in slow collapse
Petals on the snow
You’re humming down the hallway
An old
Familiar tone
I answer with a whisper
You never turn your head
The joke is on my heartbeat
It hasn’t learned
We’re dead

folk, Haunting folk-jazz fusion with nylon guitar, medieval harp, and string orchestra; low male chant drones under intimate female lead vocals. Verses stay close and confessional with brushed kit and upright bass; chorus blooms with wordless Gregorian-style harmonies and a subtle funk bounce in the groove. Final section strips to harp, soft strings, and distant choral echoes, letting the vocal sit raw and exposed., funk, harp, bounce, jazz, medieval, sad