

Fingers tracing paths on ivory keys
Finding where the quiet things remain
Every note is a map to the dark
Every chord is a spark in the cold
Oh, we sing
what we cannot hold (ohhh)
Dust is dancing in the afternoon light
Silence is a language we
both know
Let it ring out,
let it fade away
Until the echo
is all that we have left
Just a song on the wind (mhmmm)