The Quiet Shift

(Verse 1)

The coffee smelled the same this morning, the sun hit the window pane

Just like a thousand days before, I settled into the routine again

The rhythm of the work week, the predictable hum of the street

A foundation I never questioned, built beneath my feet

Then the screen lit up, a name I knew, a familiar, casual ring

In that one small moment, I didn't suspect the quiet shift it would bring.

(Chorus)

Oh, it’s strange how life can change, how fast the solid ground can sway

One phone call, one whispered moment, washes the colors of yesterday away

We forget how fragile the routines are, the faces we expect to see

And life doesn't always fall apart in fire, sometimes it shifts silently.

And nothing, nothing goes back the way it was before.

(Verse 2)

The promises we banked on, the easy laughter we took for granted

The comfort of knowing someone’s always there, a seed carelessly planted

I scroll through photos now, of moments I barely noticed then

Just ordinary Tuesdays, that I wish I could live through again.

The plans we kept putting off, the trips we said we’d take next year

Now stand like silent monuments to a future that never grew clear.

(Chorus)

Oh, it’s strange how life can change, how fast the solid ground can sway

One phone call, one whispered moment, washes the colors of yesterday away

We forget how fragile the routines are, the faces we expect to see

And life doesn't always fall apart in fire, sometimes it shifts silently.

And nothing, nothing goes back the way it was before.

(Bridge)

It wasn’t a crash, no visible shatter, just a widening space in the air

The world is intact, yet fundamentally different, a burden I didn’t know how to bear.

I look at the people still here, clinging tight to their own brittle sphere

And the lesson is whispered on the cold, lonely breeze, for those who are willing to hear.

(Outro)

So say what you mean, let the real words break through

Love the people you love, with everything that’s in you.

Don’t wait for the disaster, the smoke, or the breaking wave

Realize that today matters, before the quiet shift steals it away.

Oh, before the quiet shift steals it away.