Lyrics

Verse 1
I found an old version of myself
Buried beneath years of unfinished prayers
Standing in the hallway of a forgotten season
Still wearing answers that no longer fit
The clocks were moving
But nothing felt older
The sky hung low over telephone lines
Like it was listening for a confession
I carried names I outgrew
Faces I barely remembered
Promises folded into coat pockets of another lifetime
Waiting to be discovered again
Chorus
There are ghosts in the static
Calling from places I can't return
Fragments of who I used to be
Still waiting for their turn
Ghosts in the static
Floating between the dark and dawn
Reminding me that every ending
Leaves something living on
Verse 2
The river kept speaking in unfinished sentences
The wind translated what my heart ignored
Every detour became part of the map
Every mistake became part of the road
I stopped asking why the world kept changing
And started asking why I feared change at all
Maybe becoming isn't a destination
Maybe it's learning how to let things fall
The moon drifted over abandoned rooftops
Silver witness to a thousand quiet battles
Some victories never make the headlines
Some miracles arrive without applause
Chorus
There are ghosts in the static
Calling from places I can't return
Fragments of who I used to be
Still waiting for their turn
Ghosts in the static
Floating between the dark and dawn
Reminding me that every ending
Leaves something living on
Bridge
I am not the same person
Who entered this storm
The rain took something
And gave something back
The silence broke something
And rebuilt something else
Verse 3
Now I walk slower through my reflections
Not afraid of what I might find there
Every scar became a constellation
Every loss became a teacher
The horizon no longer feels distant
The future no longer feels strange
I've made peace with unfinished questions
And learned that uncertainty can be grace
Outro
The static fades...
The night exhales...
And somewhere beyond the noise
A new version of me
Steps forward
Without looking back.