歌词
Verse 1:
In the silent prelude of the morning's gray,
I walk alone where hope used to lay.
Echoes of laughter, now just ghosts in the fog,
Every smile fades into the monochrome bog.
Chorus:
Underneath the sky, so sullen and worn,
I find myself lost, forsaken, and torn.
No stars to guide, just the moon's scornful frown,
Wandering aimlessly in shadows at dawn.
Verse 2:
The whispers of wind carry old, painful tales,
Of dreams that sailed but only found gales.
Each step I take, heavy with the weight of defeat,
In a world that whispers lies so sweet.
Bridge:
Is there solace in the night, or just deeper despair?
A quiet place for a soul too weary to care.
Flickers of what could’ve been, out of reach,
On this endless beach, where sorrows bleach.
Chorus:
Underneath the sky, so sullen and worn,
I find myself lost, forsaken, and torn.
No stars to guide, just the moon's scornful frown,
Wandering aimlessly in shadows at dawn.
Outro:
So here I linger, in the twilight of my heart,
Where all that’s left is the darkest part.
Waiting for the sun, that never shows its light,
In the forever gloom, where day meets night.
Verse 1:
The dawn has passed, yet darkness clings,
Like a shroud of secrets the night wind brings.
I tread on paths where shadows merge,
Every silent step, an endless dirge.
Chorus:
In the echoes of silence, where whispers dwell,
I navigate through this living hell.
A realm of echoes, void of light,
Where solitude dances with eternal night.
Verse 2:
Memories like specters, cold and bleak,
Brush against the solitude I seek.
Ghosts of laughter, now cries of pain,
Every tear shed, a drop in the endless rain.
Bridge:
Can a heart still break if it's made of stone?
In the empire of shadows, where I sit on a throne.
Each thought a thread in the tapestry of woe,
In the silence, despair is all I know.
Chorus:
In the echoes of silence, where whispers dwell,
I navigate through this living hell.
A realm of echoes, void of light,
Where solitude dances with eternal night.
Outro:
Thus I wander, a shadow among the rest,
In the quiet land where spirits jest.
The silence my sanctuary, the dark my kin,
In the hushed world where dreams begin.
