Silent Summer

[Verse 1]
The blue light faded, like a fresco dimmed,
My thumb hovered, on a world untrimmed.
No scrolling current, no news' harsh decay,
Just ancient mortar, holding yesterday.

[Chorus]
Oh, a silent summer, salt on my skin,
Found the lost foundation, deep within.
The crumbling stories, whispering soft and low,
Where new jasmines bloom, and old pathways glow.

[Verse 2]
Heard the vespa's rumble, truly for the first time,
Saw sunlight paint the archway, a perfect, broken rhyme.
Each cracked pavement flower, a defiant, tiny stand,
Felt the wind from the sea, across an open hand.

[Chorus]
Oh, a silent summer, salt on my skin,
Found the lost foundation, deep within.
The crumbling stories, whispering soft and low,
Where new jasmines bloom, and old pathways glow.

[Bridge]
Now the world rushes back, a digital tide,
But a quiet space endures, where true feelings hide.
This ancient wisdom whispers, a constant, tender hum,
My own wild spirit, finally overcome.

[Chorus]
Oh, a silent summer, salt on my skin,
Found the lost foundation, deep within.
The crumbling stories, whispering soft and low,
Where new jasmines bloom, and old pathways glow.

[Outro]
Just the salt on my skin, a memory's deep embrace.
Found my own old foundation, in that quiet, sunlit space.