(Instrumental - guitars)

Waking light spills down the street

Feet find places they don’t repeat

Shadows lean on familiar walls

Listening to the quiet calls

Afternoon moves without a plan

Time slips slow through a careful hand

In the quiet, something stays

A moment held between the haze

Voices fade like distant rain

Leaving marks, but not the pain

Words unfold without demand

Falling soft like grains of sand

Windows catch a shifting view

Rooms remember what we knew

Not for seeking, not for show

Just the space where moments grow

Afternoon moves without a plan

Time slips slow through a careful hand

In the quiet, something stays

A moment held between the haze

(outro - 8 seconds)