"Give me a hug while I'm here"

[Verse 1]
The wind pulls at the scraps like fading memories,
I trace a name in dust, but it disappears.
These towers stand so tall, they block the sky I knew,
But I still reach for something real, for something true.
I touch the cold glass—just to feel the sting,
As if a little pain could prove I’m still alive.

[Pre-Chorus]
They say we’re just code now, clean and precise,
But there’s a tremor in my voice I can’t erase.
Every new face is a mirror with no reflection,
And I’m begging my mind to hold one single emotion.

[Chorus]
Hold me—just until the static clears,
Until I catch a glimpse of years I used to wear.
This sweet, sharp ache of love—I cling to it like light,
It hurts so good, it tells me I was someone once, alright.
Hold me—while the echo still remembers how,
Before I fade into the signal, lose the shape I had.

(В припеве голос тише, «растворяется» в эмбиенте, будто воспоминание ускользает.)

[Verse 2]
Outside the walls, the sky is thin and gray,
The rivers are dry scars from a world that slipped away.
The ruins don’t speak loud, they whisper underneath,
“You used to feel the rain. You used to feel the heat.”
I close my eyes and hunt for that sweet sting of loss,
Because even pain is better than this endless gloss.

[Bridge — всплеск надежды (чуть ярче, теплее)]
And then, for one breath, the cold lets go a little,
A single note rings out where silence used to rule.
Like a spark inside the dark, so small but undeniable,
For one second, I remember how to feel the sun.
Maybe this is all we get: a flash, a flicker, nothing grand,
But it’s enough to hold on. It’s enough to understand:
Even if it’s only an echo, only a dream I chase,
Let me keep this tiny warmth. Let it light my way.

(Бридж звучит светлее: чуть выше регистр, мягкие тёплые пэды, больше воздуха, может быть лёгкий намёк на струнные или чистый клавишный аккорд. Динамика растёт, но не агрессивно — как рассвет, а не вспышка.)

[Chorus — снова тише, призрачнее]
Hold me—just until the static clears,
Until I catch a glimpse of years I used to wear.
This sweet, sharp ache of love—I’ll keep it like a flame,
Small and trembling, but it’s real. It’s not the same.
Hold me—while the echo still remembers how,
Now I know there’s something here. I’m not all gone now.

[Outro]
Just hold me…
While the wind still sounds like a voice I knew.
Just hold me…
With this tiny spark I finally found anew.