(Verse 1) A glass on the table, it seems so still, but inside it moves with a quiet will. Atoms whisper, fragments collide, bits of memories they cannot hide. A chair holds echoes of those who sat, their laughter, their sorrow, still tethered to that. Each object flows, a silent stream, not what they seem, more like a dream. (Chorus) They're not solid, they’re space and time, ghosts of moments that intertwine. Empty forms with stories untold, shifting shadows, both young and old. (Verse 2) A mirror stares with a vacant face, reflecting more than just this place. It’s filled with visions that used to be, flickering glimpses of history. A book on a shelf breathes in the air, its pages remember hands once there. Every object pulses and hums, echoes of all the places it's from. (Chorus) They're not solid, they’re space and time, ghosts of moments that intertwine. Empty forms with stories untold, shifting shadows, both young and old. (Bridge) Nothing stands still, nothing’s comp...
