The Red That Remains Lyrics

The floor feels rough under steady feet,

Every moment here, the silence bittersweet.

The red on the walls could be a mark of time,

Or just the sun painting its quiet design.

The train hums low as it passes by,

A call to a world we can't occupy.

Inside, we measure life in breaths,

And hold the day with what we have left.

The red lingers as the day turns still,

A moment held by sheer force of will.

We rise with strength no one can see,

Living for more than what seems to be.

The cells feel tighter as the hours fade,

The weight of the air heavier, handmade.

So I think of hills where rivers run clear,

And voices of loved ones I hold near.

A loaf of bread on a wooden tray,

Hands at work in the simplest way.

To keep it alive, I remember their faces,

Filling the silence with warm, safe places.

The red lingers as the day turns still,

A moment held by sheer force of will.

We rise with strength no one can see,

Living for more than what seems to be.

The cigarette halves move hand to hand,

Unspoken truths we understand.

And through this rhythm, a quiet refrain,

We find a purpose we can sustain.