Turn the lamp low.
Set the cup down.
Steam draws a line.
Dust maps the wood.
Blue hour leans in.
Glass keeps a small star.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Chair to the window.
Hand on the rail.
Rain thins to silver.
Footprints go pale.
Curtain learns to sway.
Hinge speaks a whisper.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Mass becomes hush.
Void becomes shelter.
Names fall asleep.
Time keeps the tone.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Lamp fades to amber.
The grid keeps the night.
Set the cup down.
Steam draws a line.
Dust maps the wood.
Blue hour leans in.
Glass keeps a small star.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Chair to the window.
Hand on the rail.
Rain thins to silver.
Footprints go pale.
Curtain learns to sway.
Hinge speaks a whisper.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Mass becomes hush.
Void becomes shelter.
Names fall asleep.
Time keeps the tone.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Quiet walls, we hold the rhythm.
Light is soft, the lines are given.
The room breathes, I breathe with it.
Lamp fades to amber.
The grid keeps the night.
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