[Intro]
The dust settles like a soft surrender, quiet and wide
A hollow street where echoes learn to breathe again
[Verse 1]
After the thunder speaks in memory, the air feels uncanny, almost kind
Footsteps slow, thoughts drift in moonlit lace, a hush that’s unfamiliar to the mind
The world pauses at the edge of sound, wondering what it forgot to say
In the still, a gentle ache for motion, a wish to keep the day from slipping away
[Chorus]
Quiet holds the corners of the room, like rain beneath a window pane
I find uneasy peace in this breathing space, afraid to wake the sun again
The calm is a soft fire, warming nerves that used to race
In the quiet I wait, hear the small tremor of grace
[Verse 2]
The wind whispers random errands, organized chaos now in retreat
A chair creaks softly, a clock forgets its speed, and time becomes a cautious friend to meet
I catalog the minutes like shy souvenirs, anxious but somehow drawn to stay
This strange serenity asks for courage to simply be, to let the world be okay
[Pre-Chorus]
If silence is a map, it points to places unclaimed
Where stillness hums a lullaby and fear learns to name its name
[Chorus]
Quiet holds the corners of the room, like rain beneath a window pane
I find uneasy peace in this breathing space, afraid to wake the sun again
The calm is a soft fire, warming nerves that used to race
In the quiet I wait, hear the small tremor of grace
[Bridge]
Let the rain return, not to drown but to remind us how the edges glow
That even resting hurts a little, and that is how healing grows
[Chorus]
Quiet holds the corners of the room, like rain beneath a window pane
I find uneasy peace in this breathing space, afraid to wake the sun again
The calm is a soft fire, warming nerves that used to race
In the quiet I wait, hear the small tremor of grace
[Outro]
The storm dissolves into memory, and I stand in the patient blue
Learning to live between the breath and the breath I’m due
