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Lyrics
Morning light through the blinds
Feels borrowed, feels thin
Every day asks a question
No one answers again
They say the world has no center
No script, no plan
So I trace constellations
In the palm of my hand
If nothing’s written in stone
Why does my chest still ache?
If I’m free to decide
Why does choosing feel like weight?
Maybe meaning is fog
You don’t hold it, you walk through
It appears when you’re moving
And fades when you stop to
Ask why you’re here
Or where it all ends
Maybe meaning is breathing
Not knowing… and staying
Time feels soft when I stop
Trying to name what I am
I exist in the echo
Not the final demand
Every fear wants a purpose
Every wound wants a sign
But the stars don’t explain themselves
They just burn in the night
If there’s no higher voice
Watching over my way
Then every quiet moment
Is mine to create
Maybe meaning is fog
You don’t chase it, you feel
Like the weight of your body
Reminding you you’re real
No grand design
No perfect sense
Just loving, and losing
And being… present
Existence hums softly
No answers, no shame
I’m not broken for asking
Or unsure of my name
If the universe is silent
Then my voice isn’t wrong
I don’t need a reason
Just to go on
Maybe meaning is fog
And that’s why it’s kind
It doesn’t demand certainty
Just a heart, just time
I don’t need to know everything
To take another breath
I am here
And for now
That’s enough
I’m here…
I’m here…
And that’s enough
Details
GeneratedJan 16, 2026
Duration4:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
A ambient dream-pop/shoegaze song with heavy reverb, whispered singing, guitars, drums, bass, synth, female
Credits
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AWeekTillSunrise
AWeekTillSunriseModelAria v5
