q7vvsgs7bn[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Morning spills its honey light,
Trees sway slow in whispers bright.
Red against the emerald fade,
A drum’s pulse where the quiet’s made.
Sunglasses hide a wandering mind,
Sticks tap the dawn, the world’s redefined.
[Chorus]
Oh, let the shadows dance low,
To the b**t that the breeze might know.
Golden threads through the leaves entwine,
A rhythm spun in a quiet mind.
[Verse 2]
Grass bends soft beneath the sound,
A heartbeat felt without a crown.
The building waits, the trees lean near,
The sky’s warm blush, the moment clear.
Hands on skins, a steady flow,
A silent song the world won’t show.
[Chorus]
Oh, let the shadows dance low,
To the b**t that the breeze might know.
Golden threads through the leaves entwine,
A rhythm spun in a quiet mind.
[Bridge]
Sunset’s metronome, steady and slow,
Colors bleed where the drumbeats go.
No words here, just the air’s embrace,
A fleeting truth, a time and place.
[Outro]
