The Softest Haze (Cat Lady Mix)

Verse 1

There's a girl with flowers at the end of the lane,

She wears a new butterfly, pinned under her coat,

Like a little blue promise that somebody wrote.

Pre-Chorus 1A

She walks up the hill every Sunday morning

Where her father's grave lies in the weathered field

She says nothing to the stone,

She couldn't find the words, hoping he wouldn't mind

Pre-Chorus 1B

There's a veil across her crystal eyes,

And a thousand small threads shielding beautiful lies.

And the moon is bright, but she's alone,

Thinking of the ones who'll never come home.

Chorus 1

In the softest haze, where the lost things go,

There's a word we buried that we used to know.

Maybe it was misunderstood,

Or no one said it as they should.

Post-Chorus 1

And the night rolls on,

While the world turns,

Away from a bright, lonely moon.

If you ask me where the sorrow begins,

It's somewhere between what we set free

and what we let in.

Verse 2

She keeps an unfinished letter,

Reads it over and over, as if new words would appear.

Something about the weather, something about you.

Pre-Chorus 2A

She tells me she's getting better, that the worst has passed,

That a heart can learn to live with what can't be undone.

Like flowers on the sill that keep turning to the rain,

The butterfly grows older, the breeze feels colder

Pre-Chorus 2B

There's a clock for the people who don't have the time,

With a bell for the guilty that never will chime.

And somewhere in the quiet, where explanations cease,

A stronger soul awaits to inherit this peace.

Bridge

One day she'll leave the flowers,

With you she'll leave the hill.

The dead will keep their secrets,

Like the living always will.

Some stronger person will take her place,

Learn the same words, assume the same face.

And no one will know

Which part was hers,

and which part was so long ago

Final Chorus 1

In the softest haze, where the lost things go,

There's a word we buried that we used to know.

Maybe it was misunderstood,

Or no one said it as they should.

Outro

And the moon shines on,

with its own scars and wounds,

The only witness who understood.

If you ask me where the sorrow ends,

It's somewhere between the truth

and the shape it takes,

when it bends.

End