Verse 1
There’s a corridor of silence where your footsteps used to be,
light folding into shadow like an old photograph of me.
The morning keeps the residue of everything we said,
words suspended in the air — half-remembered, half-dead.
I traced the outline of your name across a window blurred with rain,
found the echo of your breathe and nothing else to explain.
Pre-Chorus
Signals in the static, a radio that won’t come through,
I reach for something simple, and it’s always only you.
Chorus
I wanted nothing more than you, nothing more than the small light in your hand,
I wanted nothing more than you to stand with me and make a fragile stand.
I wanted nothing more than you — let the night unfold its truth,
A hollow bell that tolls for one; I wanted nothing more than you.
Verse 2
The clock unwinds like silver, spilling hours on the floor,
every room a quiet witness to the things I can’t restore.
We walked on edges of a map where borders blurred with time,
and every path I drew for two dissolved into a single line.
Your voice, a distant lantern, blurred across a distant pier,
I called into the doorway but the doorway only hears.
Pre-Chorus
Soft: There was a language we forgot to use,
Firm: There was a mirror we refused to bruise.
Soft: And in the hush between the words we grew,
Firm: I wanted nothing more than you.
Chorus
I wanted nothing more than you, nothing more than the pulse beneath the skin,
I wanted nothing more than you to let the quiet let us in.
I wanted nothing more than you — when the world turned dull and blue,
A hollow bell that tolls for one; I wanted nothing more than you.
Bridge
The distance is a canyon, the signal just a thread,
I send my hands through night to find the place where you are led.
All the maps we never opened fold into a single view —
I kept the light for strangers, I saved the truth for you.
Solo
Breakdown
If I could gather fragments of every passing rue,
I’d build a bridge from shadow out to you.
But silence is a currency I’ve always paid,
and memory a room where love begins to fade.
Final Chorus
I wanted nothing more than you — the quiet and the flame,
I wanted nothing more than you — to call the calling by your name.
I wanted nothing more than you — through every drift and rue,
A hollow bell that tolls for one; I wanted nothing more than you.
Outro
I wanted nothing more than you…
I wanted nothing more than you…
