[ Featuring Echo ]
The glass is cold against my hand, it trembles with the night
The frost has drawn a map of cracks that catch the fading light
Outside, the world is sleeping, lost in dreams it won't recall
Inside, I'm tracing outlines on this fragile, icy wall
Every breath leaves shadows, fading as they rise
Every thought, a question, written in the skies
Frost on the window, whispers in the dark
The kind of quiet you can feel inside your heart
A fleeting pattern, a moment caught in time
Frost on the window, like a ghost of what's behind
The silence wraps around me, a coat of woven gray
I thought that I could find you, but the words got in the way
The frost is drawing pictures, etching secrets on the glass
A fleeting kind of beauty that was never meant to last
The stars keep watching, distant and resigned
They hold the answers, but never seem to mind
Frost on the window, whispers in the dark
The kind of quiet you can feel inside your heart
A fleeting pattern, a moment caught in time
Frost on the window, like a ghost of what's behind
I tried to breathe warmth into the icy glow
But some things fade faster than we let them go
I tried to hold on, but my hands were too warm
And the frost disappeared like a passing storm
Frost on the window, whispers in the dark
The kind of quiet you can feel inside your heart
A fleeting pattern, a moment caught in time
Frost on the window, like a ghost of what's behind
The glass is clear again, but the chill still lingers near
And in the silence, I can feel the things we've left unclear
Frost on the window melts, but memories remain
Like fragile little etchings etched in winter's fleeting frame
