1. |
In Rooms Without Windows
07:00
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I didn't notice the first crack
Only the sound of everything falling
And me standing still
And I wasn't loud but it weighed on me
Like wet paper against my skin
I carried the fragments, pressed them to my chest
Afraid they'd cut me, afraid to let them go
But I'm learning to breathe
In rooms without windows
I'm learning to walk
On floors that once gave way
And piece by piece
My own hands are putting me back
Together
Some mornings the sun feels foreign
I watch it paint my walls
Like it's telling me secrets
I never knew I needed
And maybe the ache isn't something to fix
But something to hold until it softens in my palms
I thought I was ruined
But I was only winter
And spring was waiting beneath the frost
It's quiet work, this healing
But it's mine
I'm learning to breathe
In rooms without windows
I'm learning to walk
On floors that once gave way
And piece by piece
My own hands are putting me back
Together
When the light finds me
I won't turn away
I'll let it in and see who I've become
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2. |
No Script
04:40
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I was searching for a voice in the silence
Lines scattered like torn pages
And you appeared
And the air itself began to speak
Every glance from you feels unfinished
As if the world holds its breath
Waiting for the scene
We haven't rehearsed
Love doesn't follow the script
It spills into the margins
Slips past the stage lights
You are not a muse
You are the storm that scatters the leaves
The reason the story refuses to end
When the curtain falls and the audience disappears
The play continues in the quiet of your hand in mine
I was searching for a voice in the silence
Lines scattered like torn pages
And you appeared
And the air itself began to speak
I was searching for a voice in the silence
Lines scattered like torn pages
And you appeared
And the air itself began to speak
I was searching for a voice in the silence
Lines scattered like torn pages
And you appeared
And the air itself began to speak
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3. |
Maps We Never Needed
04:44
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We met where two streets refused to meet
You pointed left, I pointed right
And we laughed like we'd been arguing for years
Your coat was too thin for the wind
Mine was too heavy for the season
We traded stories about places we didn't belong to
You said home was just where the rain knows your name
I said I'd been dry for too long
We walked without looking for signs
Past every place that could have been a start or an end
Maps we never needed
Folded in our pockets while the city forgot
We were strangers
The cafe light flickered like it was inviting us in
We stayed until chairs stacked on tables
And the floor smelled like soap and old coffee
Outside the streets felt soft and like they'd been listening in
Maybe it's not the place
Maybe it's who you find there
The kind of person who makes even the wrong turn
Feel like a road you were meant to take
We walked without looking for signs
Past every place that could have been a start or an end
Maps we never needed
Folded in our pockets while the city forgot
We were strangers
We met where two streets refused to meet
And kept walking
Like we'd been heading there all along
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The air smelled like summer
Even though it wasn't
And everything felt lighter
Than it had in years
We walked without a map
Just letting the streets choose us
Your laughter kept spilling over
Like the light through the leaves
We bought coffee we didn't finish
Talked about nothing that mattered
But every word
Felt like it did
I keep that day in my pocket
Like a photograph I never have to fold
It's the one I reach for
When the sky feels heavy
That day in the sun
You were the whole world to me
And everything else just faded
We sat on the curb watching strangers pass
Your hand found mine without looking
And for the first time in so long
I didn't feel like I had to
Be anywhere else
Or anyone else
If I could
I'd live in that afternoon
With the wind soft against us
And the day refusing to end I'd let the shadows grow long
Until they covered us whole
I keep that day in my pocket
Like a photograph I never have to fold
It's the one I reach for
When the sky feels heavy
That day in the sun
You were the whole world to me
And everything else just faded
The air smelled like summer
Even though it wasn't
And everything felt lighter
Than it had in years
The air smelled like summer
Even though it wasn't
And everything felt lighter
Than it had in years
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5. |
Quiet Place
05:06
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You don't knock
You just walk in
Like you've always belonged here
And maybe you have
I stopped bracing for the wind
Because the air is gentle now
The walls are warm
The light waits for us
You're the quiet place
I didn't know I was searching for
The still water
Where my reflection smiles back
Every moment with you
Feels like I'm finally home
The nights aren't long anymore
Even the silence feels full
Your voice lingers in the corners
Like sunlight on the floor
And I find myself laughing
For no reason at all
Except that you're here
And I can breathe
I thought love was fire but it's this
A steady lamp in the window
A chair pulled close to the hearth
A name spoken softly
Just because it's mine
And you're the quiet place
I didn't know I was searching for
The still water
Where my reflection smiles back
Every moment with you
Feels like I'm finally home
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6. |
The Hour Between
04:42
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The clock didn't move
Or maybe I just forgot to look
And the day stayed with us
A little longer
Shadows stretched but didn't fade
The air felt like it was listening
Your head on the table
Still warm from the sun
We didn't rush the words, we let them spill slowly
Like syrup, like light
I wanna live in the hour between
Where nothing begins
And nothing has to end
The world turns outside but here it's quiet
Here we suspend
The cup grew cold in my hands
But I didn't mind
Your eyes told the kind of story
That doesn't need a plot
I kept thinking
If I breathed too loud
The moment might notice
And slip away
Time is a tide, but sometimes it pauses
Letting us stand in the shallow water
Watching the light
Dance on our skin
I wanna live in the hour between
Where nothing begins
And nothing has to end
The world turns outside but here it's quiet
Here we suspend
The clock didn't move
Or maybe I just forgot to look
And the day stayed with us
A little longer
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7. |
Fragments
04:36
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The street hums like a memory
And every step
Feels borrowed
Rain slides down the glass
Blurring the city
Into watercolor
Your reflection appears
And fades before
I can speak
I keep walking
Pretending I know where I'm going
But it's just another loop through the same half-lit blocks
I see you in fragments
In windows and passing cars
The night folds over itself
And I can't tell
If I'm chasing you
Or just the shape of the past
Neon drips onto wet pavement
Turning the dark into something electric
A voice calls from somewhere above
But it's not yours
I pass the cafe where we once waited out a storm
The chairs are different now
But the air still tastes the same
Some cities keep their secrets
This one whispers them in the rain
And I listen
Even when I shouldn't
I see you in fragments
In windows and passing cars
The night folds over itself
And I can't tell
If I'm chasing you
Or just the shape of the past
The street hums like a memory
And every step
Feels borrowed
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8. |
Some Days Feel Borrowed
05:26
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Some days feel borrowed
Like I was meant to be somewhere else
I pass a street I never walked
But it knows my name
Yeah, the air shifts
Like someone almost called out and didn't
I keep moving
Though something in me stays behind
If I turn left instead of right
Would the rain have found me
Would your voice still sound the same
If I'd heard it first
Somewhere I think we're already speaking
And I'll lay to the conversation
A song drifts from an open door
I've never heard it
But I know the next note
My hands feel heavier than they should
Like they're holding the version of today I didn't choose
Not every road leads back
But sometimes they run side by side
Close enough to see, never close enough to touch
If I turn left instead of right
Would the rain have found me
Would your voice still sound the same
If I'd heard it first
Somewhere I think we're already speaking
And I'll lay to the conversation
Some days feel borrowed
Like I was meant to be somewhere else
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9. |
Dry Rivers
04:03
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You said you wanted answers
I said you'd need a stronger drink
We walk past doors that never open
And faces that always look away
The city smiles like a shark
Every tooth bought and paid for
Dry river running under the ground
Secrets moving where no one can see
Every truth I've found
Slips right through me
And I can't tell if I'm holding water
Or just bleeding out in the dark
The deal's already done
Before you hear about it
You follow the train
But it circles back to you
Names on paper
Don't match the ones you know
And the ones you know
Aren't there to keep
I thought I could fix something by breaking it open
But the cracks just let the rot breathe and it smells like home
Dry river running under the ground
Secrets moving where no one can see
Every truth I've found
Slips right through me
And I can't tell if I'm holding water
Or just bleeding out in the dark
The water's gone
But the streets are wet
No one's talking about the rain
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10. |
Changes
04:08
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I woke up
And the air was different
The same street
But it didn't feel the same
The tree outside my window
Lost its leaves overnight
And I didn't notice
Until the light hit the wall differently
It's strange the way endings
Don't send invitations, they just arrive
And take a seat
The sky keeps changing shape
But I'm still standing here
Watching it unfold
Some days it feels like a sunrise
Some days it feels like a door
And I'm learning not to choose
Before I see it open
Your voice is softer now
Like it's been walking in the rain
A familiar bend
Into something new
And I can't decide if I miss
What it used to be
Or if I'm falling in love
With where it's going
Change is quiet,
Until it's not.
A shadow stretching
Until it covers the whole street
Then the sun finds its way through
And the world isn't smaller after all
I woke up
And the air was different
The same street
But it didn't feel the same
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11. |
Walking Thru Memories
04:44
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I'm walking through a field of faded light
Shadows whisper secrets of the night
Every step a picture frame
Every breath a whispered name
Walking through memories
They never let me go
Faces in the mirror
Places I don't know
Holding on to echoes
They're all I've got to see
Walking through memories
They're walking through me
Raindrops on the window blur the past
Time is a thief, it never moves too fast
But the scent of summer lingers still
On the edge of a distant hill
If I close my eyes, will it all rewind?
If I hold my breath, will I freeze the time?
Walking through memories
They never let me go
Faces in the mirror
Places I don't know
Holding on to echoes
They're all I've got to see
Walking through memories
They're walking through me
Laughter in the wind, I can almost hear
Footsteps on the gravel, drawing near
But it's just the silence playing tricks again
Familiar strangers, long lost friends
Walking through memories
They never let me go
Faces in the mirror
Places I don't know
Holding on to echoes
They're all I've got to see
Walking through memories
They're walking through me
They're walking through me
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