thất tịch không mưa 七月七日晴

light acoustic ballad with big rock ending

call me

"Shadows Stay"

Verse 1
The house won’t move, but the air feels thin,
Every step I take, I trip where you’ve been.
Your chair’s still warm in the quiet place.,
I keep the lights low, in this blue space. 

Verse 2
Your watch still ticks on the bedroom shelf,
I wind it up, but it won’t help.
The calendar froze on a winter day,
The ink of your handwriting won’t fade away.

Chorus
You’re gone, but the shadows stay,
They whisper in a crooked way.
I keep on talking, but no one replies,
Just the sound of my breath, and the sound of goodbyes.

Verse 3
Some nights I dream you’re walking near,
Your coat on the rail, your voice in my ear.
I wake to nothing, just the ceiling’s stare,
And the heavy reminder that you’re not there.

Chorus
You’re gone, but the shadows stay,
They whisper in a crooked way.
I keep on talking, but no one replies,
Just the sound of my breath, and the sound of goodbyes.

Verse 1
The house won’t move, but the air feels thin,
Every step I take, I trip where you’ve been.
Your chair’s still warm in the quiet place.,
I keep the lights low, in this blue space.

Chorus
You’re gone, but the shadows stay,
They whisper in a crooked way.
I keep on talking, but no one replies,
Just the sound of my breath, and the sound of goodbyes.

Final Chorus
You’re gone, but the shadows stay,
They haunt me in a tender way.
I reach for your hand, but it slips through the night,
And I’m left with the dark, and the absence of light.


Shadows Stay

She’s been crying through the night. Let her cry some more.
Nothing I say makes it right. Think she knows the score.
It’s a diff’rence of opinion, - but it’s more than that.
Neither one of us are winning - winning a lover’s spat.

We pretend to play the game, walking through the motions.
I get mad, she does the same - just one more emotion.
It’s a diff’rence of opinion, - but it’s more than that.
Neither one of us are winning - winning a lover’s spat.

But I - I’m getting tired of trying.
Falling in love - is just one way of dying.

We were sure we had it right, there were no more questions.
Even when we had a fight, we still learned the lesson.
It’s a diff’rence of opinion, - but it’s more than that.
Neither one of us are winning - winning a lover’s spat.

But I - I’m getting tired of trying.
Falling in love - is just one way of dying.

She’s convinced we oughta try, I think we should let it die.
One thing we agree on, it was worth it.
Mercy is the thing we share. If we end up anywhere but dead.

But I - I’m getting tired of trying.
Falling in love - is just one way of dying.

Triệu Lôi - Thành Đô

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