Concrete Lace

VELVET WRAITH - CONCRETE LACE

[Verse 1]
Rain weaves a wet lace on the pane, a silver shroud,
Each drop an old whisper, breaking through the silent crowd.
Past the faded wallpaper, where old patterns sleep,
I find a comfort woven, secrets the shadows keep.

[Chorus]
This air, it hangs heavy, a velvet shroud,
Unspooling quiet, no sound allowed.
This air, it hangs heavy, a velvet shroud,
Just me and the echoes, fading out loud.

[Verse 2]
Dust motes dance slow in the industrial light gleam,
A transient beauty, a forgotten dream.
The window's frayed edges, a tapestry of grey,
Nature reclaims what we let slip away.

[Chorus]
This air, it hangs heavy, a velvet shroud,
Unspooling quiet, no sound allowed.
This air, it hangs heavy, a velvet shroud,
Just me and the echoes, fading out loud.

[Bridge]
The cold concrete holds scars, a language unspoken,
Of histories unraveled, a spirit unbroken.
This quiet resilience, a thread I can trace.

[Outro]
In the deep hush, just the rain's soft hum,
Waiting for the solace, for what’s to become.