FOG ON THE GLASS

INTRO — INTIMATE ACOUSTIC OPENING VERSE 1 — WATCHING LOVE FADE I was so sure we'd be the ones to last, Your heartbeat steady, mine strong and fast. But the years turned rivers into dust and sand, Eroding the ground beneath our hands. Now the silence stretches like an endless field, Where echoes of laughter start to yield. I chase the spark that once lit the night, But shadows fall hard in the pale moonlight. PRE-CHORUS 1 — THE WEIGHT OF MEMORY And the ache is deeper than any scar I bore, In the spaces where our worlds used to pour. Waves of old feelings crash against the shore, Leaving me wondering what this is for. CHORUS 1 — WHAT REMAINS OF US What's left of us? Just the fog on the glass, The chill in the air when the evening mass, Of memories press down like a heavy hand, On the fragile thread we once held so grand. It cuts through the dark, it stings like the rain, This pain that remains, but I feel no shame. In the quiet hours, I hold what we were, And I swear it's enough to keep me from harm. DISTANT SOPRANO VOCALISE Ah... ah-ah... ooh... ah... VERSE 2 — GHOSTS OF A FORMER LOVE I remember the way your voice would wrap around me, Like warm smoke in the firelight, so steady. Now it lingers in rooms I used to share, A gentle whisper that cuts through the air. The world keeps spinning, indifferent and wild, But my heart slows down, stays mostly mild. I search for the spark that once burned so bright, Yet the fuel is gone, and the dark feels right. PRE-CHORUS 2 — REACHING FOR THE UNREACHABLE Waves of old feelings crash against the shore, Leaving me wondering what this is for. I reach for something I can no longer hold, And feel the weight of everything we couldn't know. CHORUS 2 — THE FOG RETURNS What's left of us? Just the fog on the glass, The chill in the air when the evening mass, Of memories press down like a heavy hand, On the fragile thread we once held so grand. It cuts through the dark, it stings like the rain, This pain that remains, but I feel no shame. In the quiet hours, I hold what we were, And I swear it's enough to keep me from harm. THE SOPRANO ASCEND Ah-ah... ooh... ahhhhh... INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — FRAGMENTS OF MEMORY BRIDGE — ACCEPTING THE RUINS Maybe the love we had was never the kind That survives the test of the passing of time. Maybe the truth is buried deep in the mind, That this is all I can ever find. I hold on to the pieces I can still see, In the fading light, where the echoes used to be. The pain may sting but it teaches me this, To stand in the ruins, to love the abyss. And as the stars fade, I find peace in the dark, That whatever remains, it's a work of art. FINAL CHORUS — FRAGILE ACCEPTANCE What's left of us... is the fog on the glass, The chill in the air, the evening mass... Of memories press down, but I carry it all, On the fragile thread, standing tall. It cuts through the dark, it stings like the rain, This pain that remains... but I feel no shame. In the quiet hours, I hold what we were, And I swear it's enough... it's enough... it's enough. SYMPHONIC VOCALISE CLIMAX Ahhhhh... ooh... ahhhhh... OUTRO — THE LAST ECHO FADES ——— © 2026 IRINNA QUINN. All rights reserved. Lyrics and creative direction by IRINNA QUINN. Music produced with AI-assisted tools under human creative direction, selection, arrangement, editing, and production.