Amber Weave

[Verse 1]
The afternoon light, a heavy, amber drape,
Slows down the world, no rush to escape.
Each dust mote spinning, a universe unseen,
A quiet hum in this Manila scene.

[Chorus]
Oh, this amber weave, a gentle, fading grace,
A single thread of time in its rightful place.

[Verse 2]
The scent of old wood, a pattern worn and deep,
While outside, new buildings start to softly creep.
My hand traces patterns on a forgotten sill,
A quiet echo, standing ever still.

[Chorus]
Oh, this amber weave, a gentle, fading grace,
A single thread of time in its rightful place.

[Bridge]
Sometimes I wonder where my own path unwinds,
Amidst the tangled fabric of these kin-bound minds.
This fading light paints every corner new,
A tender sadness, honest and true.

[Chorus]
Oh, this amber weave, a gentle, fading grace,
A single thread of time in its rightful place.

[Outro]
Dust motes dancing, a whisper-thin display,
Until the day unravels, and turns to grey.