[Intro]
Moonlit streets on edge of dawn, a breath between the dark and light.
[Verse 1]
In a quiet town where the lamps have slept, a child learns to count the stars in the cracks.
Shadows pool along the alley walls, but a single window glows with stubborn gold.
Hope whispers through the frost like a wick in a frozen wick of time.
[Pre-Chorus]
If night is a question, I’m leaning toward the answer I can’t yet see.
[Chorus]
Brightness hides behind the horizon, but I feel it swelling, pulling me through.
Through the dark I hear a promise rise, a quiet chorus saying: wait, the day is due.
[Verse 2]
A shop bell rings somewhere, soft as a heartbeat, waking the street with trembling light.
Footsteps echo as hands reach for the open door, for the first breath of morning coming slow.
The town holds its breath, then exhales a glow that warms the cheeks of yesterday’s fears.
[Pre-Chorus]
If night is a question, I’m learning how to answer with my steps.
[Chorus]
Brightness hides behind the horizon, but I feel it swelling, pulling me through.
Through the dark I hear a promise rise, a quiet chorus saying: wait, the day is due.
[Bridge]
Between snow and ember, a line of fire crawls across the sky, telling stories we forgot.
We gather the pieces of our courage, stitching dawn into the seams of our night.
[Chorus]
Brightness hides behind the horizon, but I feel it swelling, pulling me through.
Through the dark I hear a promise rise, a quiet chorus saying: wait, the day is due.
[Outro]
Dawn stands at the doorway, the street awakening softly, and shadows bow to the light.
