Whisper Stitch

[Verse 1]
The city breathes a faded, gentle gold,
As headphone threads a quiet story told.
Each leaf a stitch, a memory let loose,
A silent hum, no need for an excuse.
Just quiet steps upon the damp-worn lane,
Washing out a subtle, unnamed strain.

[Chorus]
This very hum, a thread I can retrace,
Finding solace in this hallowed space.
A quiet loop where shadows start to creep,
A promise whispered, secrets it will keep.

[Verse 2]
The old sari-sari's paint begins to peel,
A tapestry of lives, a truth revealed.
My chosen path, a thread so thin and bright,
Against the fading, familial evening light.

[Chorus]
This very hum, a thread I can retrace,
Finding solace in this hallowed space.
A quiet loop where shadows start to creep,
A promise whispered, secrets it will keep.

[Bridge]
The electric glow above the narrow street,
Makes worn-out corners feel almost complete.
A quiet mending of what feels undone,
Beneath this fading, Manila autumn sun.

[Outro]
Just whisper-thin threads, holding me near,
Until the city's quiet hum grows clear.