Soft Fires

(Warm tape hiss, slow analog tape-delay guitar plucks,

a soft purring synth pulse)

Yellow light upon the wall,

Catching dust as shadows crawl,

Next cycle turning in the dark,

Leaving just a fading spark.

Phantom footsteps on the floor,

Waiting by the open door,

Tracing shapes of vapor blue,

Hoping that the night is true.

And the yellow light begins to sigh,

Watching old ghosts passing by,

In the quiet of the empty room,

We are blooming in the silent gloom. (yeah)

Static hums beside the bed,

Echoes looping in my head,

Moving at a slower pace,

Finding comfort in this space.

Phantom footsteps on the floor,

Waiting by the open door,

Tracing shapes of vapor blue,

Hoping that the night is true.

And the yellow light begins to sigh,

Watching old ghosts passing by,

In the quiet of the empty room,

We are blooming in the silent gloom.

(Instruments strip back to clean,

shivering tape chords and soft vocal hums) Let the old world fade

away, We don't need to name the day,

Breathe it in and let it go,

Riding on the undertow.

(hummmm) (Dreamy, reverb-drenched electric guitar melody floating

over tape

warble)

And the yellow light begins to sigh,

Watching old ghosts passing by,

In the quiet of the empty room,

We are blooming in the silent gloom.

(Fading tape delay, soft ambient hum,

a final warm chord dissolving into silence) Just a whisper in the

dark...

Next cycle

begins.