[Intro]
Soft whispers of wood and stone.
[Verse]
Dust on footprints, we trace the routes no map shows,
Windows like eyes that watched the town grow old.
[Verse 2]
We laugh through crumbled halls, we hear the poems kept in beams,
Our hands find doors that sigh: come in, where memory gleams.
[Chorus]
We wander together through the quiet of faded walls,
Finding new stories where the old heart calls.
[Chorus]
We wander together through the quiet of faded walls,
Finding new stories where the old heart calls.
[Bridge]
In the dust, we build a map from memories to dawn,
Hand in hand, we keep the echo moving on.
[Outro]
Tomorrow's doorway waits for us to open.
