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The Sanctorium

 

Intro  :

ohhhh…. Oooooohhhh…. Hhhhmmmmmm mmmmmmm…

dear my future my partner soul…

Hmm….. mmmm…..

to call you once more…

 

Verse 1

Dear my future my partner soul

Perhaps I will call you

my hometown

a place like the map of a story I’ve always known,

where every streetlight seeps through the lattice of my heart.

 

PRE CHORUS

When the horizon turns purple,

the night chooses to rest upon your shoulders,

whispering secrets of an unfinished longing,

about the space you call the sanctorium.

 

Verbse 2

A gentle face behind the mist,

running toward the dawn until morning awakens.

The night is but a pause you never heed,

for to you, time is a field,

and your weariness 

the seed sown by your fingers.

 

BRIDGE

Amid the noise and hurried footsteps,

you seem weary, yet your eyes burn with fervor

the world itself collapses within that gaze.

 

CHORUS

When others close their days upon the crossing of time,

you still open the night 

like a secret scripture,

ink meeting silence,

waiting for morning 

to call you once more.

 

VERBSE 3

Do you know, my future love?

Amid the chaos surrounding you,

I brew my bitter coffee 

in the stillness of time,

waiting as the mist thins 

for your breath to find me.

 

Whispered :

Will the moon ever meet its sun?

Will it meet the poet within the same fog?

Without names, without plans

two souls recognizing each other’s steps,

and speaking only 

in the cipher of secret words.

 

BRIDGE:

Perhaps not in this world,

perhaps in another parallel of time,

within a universe that surpasses ages,

for one destined collision of meeting.

 

PRE Outro :

And if someday you see my shadow

in a hue that stirs something within you yes, that may be me

coming to touch love,

to confirm the tremor etched in feeling,

calling you in silence,

etching again your once

forgotten smile.

 

Soft Outro: 

And when the gate of nirvana creaks open,

let the purple sky be witness

to a love born not of will …. hmmmmm…..

 

Outro end:

but of the pulse of a wandering soul….

Mmmmmm…..mmmm…

breaking through time

to become real