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Química

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Shadow of the Knife

This is about the quiet bits of the season we don't talk about enough—the disconnection hiding beneath all the connection. It's 2025 and we can talk to anyone, anywhere, instantly. Yet somehow December feels lonelier than it should. This song's a reminder that the best gift we can give is the one technology can't replicate: actual presence.

Started writing this after realising my phone had more faces in it than my living room did. Felt like something needed saying about what Christmas could mean if we looked up from our screens long enough to notice each other again.


Full lyrics below 👇

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[Intro]
Snow falls on a thousand screens tonight,
But we're standing in the cold tonight.

[Verse 1]
December's here, the windows glow,
A thousand faces that I'll never know.
We swipe through souls like Christmas cards,
Built these walls in our own backyards.
The tree's still up, the kettle's on,
But something's missing now the magic's gone.

[Pre-Chorus]
We forgot how to be still,
Forgot the warmth a voice can fill.

[Chorus]
So pull up a chair by the fire, there's room for you here,
In the mess and the madness, the hope and the fear.
We're more than the distance, more than the screen,
More than the silence in between.
This season's not tinsel, it's not bought or sold—
It's the hand that you hold when the world's turning cold.
We're closer than ever, but so far apart,
This Christmas let's find our way back to the start.

[Verse 2]
The carols play on every street,
But are we dancing? Are we listening?
We built these towers, built them tall,
Then spend December feeling small.
A stranger's just a friend wrapped up in fear,
But that's not the spirit that brought us here.

[Pre-Chorus]
We forgot what it means to see,
Someone else beneath the tree.

[Chorus]
So pull up a chair by the fire, there's room for you here,
In the mess and the madness, the hope and the fear.
We're more than the distance, more than the screen,
More than the silence in between.
This season's not tinsel, it's not bought or sold—
It's the hand that you hold when the world's turning cold.
We're closer than ever, but so far apart,
This Christmas let's find our way back to the start.

[Bridge]
Put down the phone, look someone in the eye,
See the human, not the headline passing by.
The snow won't save us, the songs won't too—
It's me reaching out, it's you pulling through.
'Cause we're all just trying to find our way home,
And no one should walk December alone.

[Final Chorus]
So pull up a chair by the fire, there's room for us all,
In the joy and the struggle, the rise and the fall.
We're more than opinions, more than what's shown,
More than the echo chamber alone.
This season's not perfect, it's beautifully flawed—
It's the moment we pause in the snow and the stars.
We're closer than ever, but so far apart,
This Christmas let's find our way back,
Let's find our way back to the start.

[Outro]
Snow falls on a thousand screens tonight.
But we're not standing in the cold tonight.

Pull up a chair

Vazio

MS Pro