In the quiet of the dawn, your shadow stands tall
Yet the echoes of your laughter seem so far
In the spaces in between, where whispers fall
I search for you, though I know where you are
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Why does the heart hold on to shadows of the past
When the present is a picture we're painting too fast
In the stillness of the night, I feel your heartbeat near
Yet there's a space between us, filled with fear
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Fynnster - Windowpane Lyrics
Fynnster - Windowpane Lyrics
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In the quiet of the dawn, your shadow stands tall
Yet the echoes of your laughter seem so far
In the spaces in between, where whispers fall
I search for you, though I know where you are
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Why does the heart hold on to shadows of the past
When the present is a picture we're painting too fast
In the stillness of the night, I feel your heartbeat near
Yet there's a space between us, filled with fear
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Yet the echoes of your laughter seem so far
In the spaces in between, where whispers fall
I search for you, though I know where you are
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Why does the heart hold on to shadows of the past
When the present is a picture we're painting too fast
In the stillness of the night, I feel your heartbeat near
Yet there's a space between us, filled with fear
We speak in riddles, words like silent rain
Drowning in the silence, a never-ending game
Your eyes, they see right through me, a windowpane
A mirror of the soul, yet never quite the same
Writer: Fynn Hilker
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