Ah… ah… Far away, it echoes Footprints fading into frost-white ground, Names I carry, soft and unsaid. Ash of twilight shivers all around, I hold my breath so hope won’t shed. If I turn, the past will turn with me— A quiet weight, a fragile thread. Still the wind keeps calling carefully, Like a vow I almost left for dead. Through the veil of distant calls, I hear your light— Thin as dawn, but strong enough to guide the night. If I fall, will you still find me, torn and small? Say my name so gently, I will answer all, Through the veil of distant calls. Ah—ah—ooh… Silver rivers run beneath my skin, Words unravel where they begin. I was broken, learning how to bend, Tracing echoes back to where we end. If I speak, will silence break apart? Will the truth outgrow the dark? I will follow every fragile spark, Till the sky remembers who we are. Through the veil of distant calls, I hear your light— Thin as dawn, but brave enough to lift the night. If I fall, will you still find me, torn and small? Say my name so softly, I will answer all, Through the veil of distant calls. Close—closer than sorrow, Near—nearer than fear. Let the quiet carry me, Where you are clear. Call my name again… Ah… ah… Through the veil of distant calls, I hear your light— Like a prayer that teaches broken wings to rise. If I fall, hold every shattered piece I’ve known; Call me home, and I won’t walk alone, Through the veil… through the veil… Ah… ah… Far away, it unravels
