[Verse] Fog rises slow from stone and prayer, a hush between the sky and stair. The bell still sleeps beneath the haze, no chime to break the golden maze. [Pre-Chorus] Air holds its breath, time stands still— a moment where the world is still. [Chorus] Oh, the mist wraps the tower, shrouds the chime in quiet grace. No word, no line, just space— a breath in time, a held embrace. Oh, the mist wraps the tower, light and silence, slow and deep. No sound, just sky and stone, where the soul forgets to leap. [Verse] Stone remembers every toll, now the echoes fold, drowned in soft, unspoken grace— a dream the dawn can’t take its place. [Pre-Chorus] Air holds its breath, time stands still— a moment where the world is still. [Chorus] Oh, the mist wraps the tower, shrouds the chime in quiet grace. No word, no line, just space— a breath in time, a held embrace. Oh, the mist wraps the tower, light and silence, slow and deep. No sound, just sky and stone, where the soul forgets to leap. [Bridge] If a prayer could be a tone, it would hum where the mist has grown. Not a ring, not a name— just the hush of a world still the same. [Chorus] Oh, the mist wraps the tower, shrouds the chime in quiet grace. No word, no line, just space— a breath in time, a held embrace. Oh, the mist wraps the tower, light and silence, slow and deep. No sound, just sky and stone, where the soul forgets to leap. [Outro] Fog rises... stone holds... sky still... a breath... a sigh... a silence... and the tower... is whole...