[Verse] Soft steps on the worn-out trail, Light folding through the amber veil, Your camera in my hands feels strange, A borrowed lens to frame the change. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers caught between the trees, Silent stories float with ease, Every click’s a quiet hope, Tracing moments I can’t hold. [Chorus] And I’m drifting slow, in the hush of the pines, Finding pictures in the silence of time, Captured shadows beneath fading skies, On this quiet Sunday, the world unwinds. [Verse] Mist curls low where the river bends, A song of stillness gently sends A trace of you in every view, A ghost that lingers in the blue. [Pre-Chorus] Breathing in the softened light, Fingers cold but heart feels right, In this borrowed space, I roam, Finding pieces close to home. [Chorus] And I’m drifting slow, in the hush of the pines, Finding pictures in the silence of time, Captured shadows beneath fading skies, On this quiet Sunday, the world unwinds. [Bridge] Maybe one day, these frames will tell Of mornings spent where silence fell, Of moments caught between the lines, A borrowed lens, a borrowed time. [Chorus] And I’m drifting slow, in the hush of the pines, Finding pictures in the silence of time, Captured shadows beneath fading skies, On this quiet Sunday, the world unwinds. [Outro] Soft steps fading down the line, Quiet keeps what words can’t find, A borrowed camera, a borrowed mind, On this Sunday, left behind.