Patina & Dust

[Verse 1]
The faded denim, heavy, cool, a weight I didn't know
It settled on my shoulders, like a truth from long ago.
Beneath the seams, a desert wind, a history implied
A faint mirage of someone else, where secrets used to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh, the patina, deep and slow, a story spun in thread
I wear the whispers, soft and low, of lives already led.

[Verse 2]
A sun-scorched shadow, thin as dust, clings to the worn-out cuff
Perhaps a mountain range was seen, when seasons got too rough.
Each thread a stratum, tightly wound, a fossil of a day
I trace the ghost of hands unknown, and simply look away.

[Chorus]
Oh, the patina, deep and slow, a story spun in thread
I wear the whispers, soft and low, of lives already led.

[Bridge]
No need to know the why or where, the quiet erosion’s grace
Just dry earth clinging to the weave, a warmth from outer space.

[Outro]
This borrowed skin, it fits me right.
Holds centuries of light.