don’t wake too soon

Verse 1

Hush now, child, the spindle waits,

Quietly turning behind the gates.

Dust in the halls, time standing still,

Nothing here moves unless it will.

Golden light on a frozen room,

Petals fall but they never bloom.

Every step feels soft, delayed,

Like the world forgot how it was made.

Pre-Chorus

“Don’t touch,” they said—but voices fade,

Warnings thin like they’re mislaid.

And something soft beneath her skin

Feels like it’s calling her inward.

Chorus

Close your eyes, don’t wake too soon,

Dreams grow deeper under the moon.

Every second stretches wide,

Till you forget what’s yours inside.

Verse 2

The spindle gleams—not sharp, not bright,

Just barely there in silver light.

A single prick, a breath, a pause—

No scream, no fear, just silent cause.

She doesn’t fall—she sinks instead,

Like sleep was placed inside her head.

And as she drifts, the castle breathes,

Pulling her down beneath the leaves.

Pre-Chorus

The thorns outside begin to grow,

Slow at first, then all at once they show.

Not to guard—but to contain

Something shifting in her veins.

Chorus

Close your eyes, don’t wake at all,

Hear the quiet in the fall.

Time rewrites what you have been,

Locks it softly underneath your skin.

Bridge

Years go by—but she feels none,

No rising dark, no setting sun.

Just endless dreams that twist and bend,

Where every path forgets its end.

And in that place she learns to see

The shape of what she’s meant to be—

Not something saved, not something pure,

But something… patient. Something sure.

Breakdown

Soft breath… slow heart…

Pulled deeper… apart…

Not lost… not gone…

Just quietly… wrong…

Final Chorus

Close your eyes, the thorns have grown,

No one leaves what they have sown.

And if you wake, you’ll never be

The girl they thought you used to be.

Outro

The prince arrives—but something’s changed,

The air feels tight, the light feels strained.

He leans in close to break the spell—

…but something wakes that knows him well.