LYRICS
作词 : FinneganFox
作曲 : FinneganFox
编曲 : FinneganFox
The amber sinks into the longest night,
The fireplace cools to ashen grey.
Big brother counts stars in faint light,
While father’ s coat holds the shape of yesterday.
We try to hold the warmth that stayed,
But time runs thin like sand.
Amber never fades,
A slow- burning sun he remains,
In every hall where morning leans,
A honey- colored tide sustains.
He measured our growth with a worn- out thread,
As if each stitch was a memory;
Then folded his waves on the rug.
Now yarn still spins by the radiator’ s bed,
But no purring hands pull it close enough.
Amber never fades,
A slow- burning sun he remains,
In every hall where morning leans,
A honey- colored tide sustains.
I trace the breaths along the vent—
The knots he taught have all come loose.
Yet on the floor, one patch of light,
His tail- tip smoothed, becomes our refuge.
And when we curl into the shape he kept,
We hear beneath the mantel’ s sigh,
A whisper from where the embers slept,
A lullaby to soothe the sky.
Amber sinks into the longest night,
Amber becomes the dawn.