[Verse 1]
In the market of dusk, I chase a gleam I cannot own, a child of the maiden, a murmured throne.
Eyes like twin moons, pearls in the dusk-washed hair, I follow your shadow through the cedar-scented air.
A restless heart trembles, a drum under a veil, craving what is distant, a wind-wrought, sacred tale.
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadow to shadow, I count the prayers I’ve misplaced, listening for your heartbeat in the patience of space.
[Chorus]
Longing for the object, I reach but never hold, heartbreak hums within me, a story old.
Longing for the object, my spirit bends and sighs, haunting is the night where your memory lies.
[Verse 2]
Into the shadow of the king, I step with dust on my sandals, a rite of longing sung on broken mandolins.
Eyes trace constellations where pearls become stars, and your name unfurls like a veil of scars.
The folk-loom whispers curves of fate in thread, a sacred vow that trembles where the living dread.
[Pre-Chorus]
Shadow to shadow, I count the prayers I’ve misplaced, listening for your heartbeat in the patience of space.
[Chorus]
Longing for the object, I reach but never hold, heartbreak hums within me, a story old.
Longing for the object, my spirit bends and sighs, haunting is the night where your memory lies.
[Bridge]
In the shrine of ash and olive flame, I bear the ache and call your name.
Let the bells confess what the night conceals, let the eyes crack open what the heart reveals.
[Chorus]
Longing for the object, I reach but never hold, heartbreak hums within me, a story old.
Longing for the object, my spirit bends and sighs, haunting is the night where your memory lies.
[Outro]
And if the dawn grants me a token near, I’ll cradle the echo and forgive what I fear, till the thread unwinds and the shadow clears.
