[Intro]
Whispers through the wire, a quiet chorus in the night
Across the map, I trace your name in the pale blue light
[Verse 1]
I keep your photo in my pocket, folded like a lighthouse
Every little breath you sent me still finds its way to my house
“Tú eres mi norte,” I murmur, a soft compass in the dark
Even miles apart, I hear your heartbeat in the rain's small spark
[Pre-Chorus]
The clock forgets its hands when I think of your laugh
We stitched our mornings with coffee steam and half-forgotten chats
[Chorus]
I crave the touch we mapped in constellations on the ceiling
A promise threaded through every echo, every feeling
“Je suis là,” you tell me, though the distance keeps its doors ajar
Till the day we break the seam and close the distance's scar
[Verse 2]
In the quiet, your sentences float like birds in a warm breeze
“Mi corazón late contigo,” you say, and the room finally agrees
I trace your words on the glass, a poem for the coming dawn
Small hands, big prayers, for the hour when we are one again
[Pre-Chorus]
I save your voice in a bottle made of yesterday
Taste of salted coffee, whispers of a shared yesterday
[Chorus]
I crave the touch we mapped in constellations on the ceiling
A promise threaded through every echo, every feeling
“Estamos cerca,” I answer, though the map still folds its edges
Till the moment we unfold the night and forgive the miles' lewdges
[Bridge]
Between us, a balcony of memories: your laugh, my sigh, a sigh, your laugh
“C'est toi,” you say, and the room brightens, forgiving the half
[Chorus]
I crave the touch we mapped in constellations on the ceiling
A promise threaded through every echo, every feeling
“Te quiero,” I whisper, and the horizon leans closer to us now
Hold on, hold tight, we’ll find our way to somehow
[Outro]
Until the next sunrise stitches us back to fully human
Till then I hum our names in the language of the tuning
