[Intro] [ syncopated bass]
In a quiet room where shadows breathe,
I trace the edge of a fleeting belief.
Hands in pockets, the night close by,
A smirk of secrets in a borrowed sky.
[Verse] [ soft raspy voice ]
Dark blue threads hum with a midnight glow,
A present tense of thoughts I barely know.
The wall behind keeps a secret tone,
A quiet doorway to a man alone.
But the smile says maybe, not sure who I am,
A weathered map in a lacquered plan.
I pace the silence, I pace the air,
I measure moments that wander somewhere.
[ catchy hook]
back into the amber moon
back into the amber moon
back into the amber moon
[Chorus] [ whimsical ]
Hold still, hold close, let the moment sing,
The color of doubt on a hopeful wing.
Breath in the dusk, let the courage ring,
Tonight I wear a softer, sharper thing.
[Verse] [ bold bright voice]
Facing the camera, I study the light,
A subtle brave in the tint of night.
The edge to the right, a pale, pale flame,
Companion shadows calling out a name.
I tuck my thoughts where pockets hide,
Guarded in color, honest inside.
A quiet grin that knows the lane,
Where a man can falter and still remain.
[Chorus] [ whimsical ]
Hold still, hold close, let the moment sing,
The color of doubt on a hopeful wing.
Breath in the dusk, let the courage ring,
Tonight I wear a softer, sharper thing.
[Bridge] [ funk rap ]
What if the room is a mirror maze,
Where every reflection freezes the gaze?
I unzip the calm, let a truth unwrap,
The goatee, the blue, the suit of yap.
A tiny door swings open in the chest,
Not chasing fame, just seeking rest.
In pockets deep, it’s not about gold,
But the simple gravity of being bold.
[Chorus] [ whimsical ]
Hold still, hold close, let the moment sing,
The color of doubt on a hopeful wing.
Breath in the dusk, let the courage ring,
Tonight I wear a softer, sharper thing.
[Outro] [ spoken bass male ]
So let the walls whisper their quiet tune,
As I step back into the amber moon.
A final smile, a practiced imperfect thing,
I walk the room where the soft lights cling.
GrizzlyJones
