(Soft whispers, echoes in the dark…)
(Who holds the flame?) Speak it to the night.
What’s that? Your voice is slipping!
(Who holds the flame?) Call it to the light.
Say it clearer, what? Still it’s dripping!
A mask of glass, too thin to defend,
Shards fall sharp when the cracks extend.
Buried embers, a fire I can’t see,
Smoldering deep, consuming me.
The road bends tight, a spiral in haze,
Every step folds into a maze.
The echo answers, but it’s not my own,
A fleeting rhythm, a borrowed tone.
Lock the silence, don’t let it breathe (don’t breathe),
Hold the weight of what’s underneath (beneath).
Tides shift where the moon won’t show,
Truth or shadow, will I ever know?
(Who holds the flame?) Speak it to the night.
What’s that? Your voice is slipping!
(Who holds the flame?) Call it to the light.
Say it clearer, what? Still it’s dripping!
(Shifting winds, whispers collide…)
A trembling thread connects the void,
Stretch it too far, and it’s destroyed.
Reach for the edge, where the shadows play,
Every step closer pulls me away.
The tether twists, a knot in disguise,
Answers unravel under the skies.
Caught in circles, the center hides,
A story that loops where time divides.
(Who holds the flame?) Speak it to the night.
What’s that? Your voice is slipping!
(Who holds the flame?) Call it to the light.
Say it clearer, what? Still it’s dripping!
Each spark ignites a fragile thread,
Every word left unspoken, unsaid.
Step too close, and it crumbles fast,
Ashes mark where the future passed.
(Who holds the flame?) Whisper through the air.
What’s that? Your voice is breaking!
(Who holds the flame?) Answer if you dare.
Say it louder, what? Still it’s shaking!
(Who holds the flame?) Speak it to the night.
What’s that? Your voice is slipping!
(Who holds the flame?) Call it to the light.
Say it clearer, what? Still it’s dripping!
(Faint embers fall, lost in the drift…)