Verse 1

Cold glass, cold hands, I trace the seam,

a prayer stitched sideways, unraveling clean.

Neon ghosts in the gutter hum my name,

I watch the edges curl, I watch the color drain.

Pre-Chorus

Hold me like a secret, fold me into night,

your shadow’s a scar that feels like right.

oooh

Chorus

Sing me an ashen lullaby, breathe me into gray,

drag me through the daylight till the echo goes away.

Sing me an ashen lullaby, let the embers cry,

we sit and watch our small-time hearts forget how to fly.

laaah

Verse 2

Window fogs with every thought I try to hide,

we trade our honesty for a softer lie.

Your fingers leave maps that bruise along my skin,

I trace the lines and swear I’ll let the dark come in.

Pre-Chorus

Tell me what you missed, whisper what you stole,

there’s salt beneath your laughter, and frost beneath your soul.

Chorus

Sing to me ashen lullaby, breathe me into gray,

drag me through the daylight till the echo goes away.

Sing to me ashen lullaby, let the embers cry,

we sit and watch our small-time hearts forget how to fly.

Bridge

There’s a room beneath the chest where broken things convene,

we hang our faith on rusted nails and call it sanctified.

If love is just a weather vane that points to what we mean,

then leave me to the storm tonight — I’ll welcome the divide.

ahhh ahhh

Solo

Verse 3

Bones of winter in your laugh, ashes in your tongue,

we drink to dull the edges of the things we once called young.

A slow parade of could-have-beens parades across my mind,

I fold them like origami until the paper bleeds and binds.

Pre-Chorus

Say you’re tired of wanting, say you’re tired of pain,

we’re two tired constellations, circling the same damn rain.

Chorus 

Sing to me ashen lullaby, breathe me into gray,

drag me through the daylight till the echo goes away.

Sing to me ashen lullaby, let the embers cry,

we sit and watch our small-time hearts forget how to fly.

Sing to me ashen lullaby, hush the streetlight glare,

I want the night to keep its word — to fold us in its care.

Outro

We sink into the static where the lonely chords consume.

Sing me soft, sing me sick, sing me something I can keep,

an ashen lullaby to rock the dark back into sleep.