[Verse] Crescent moon on silver thread, Waves hum low where silence is led. Fingers trace the worn-out weave, Soft as breath, still as sleep. [Pre-Chorus] One knot at a time, no need to rush, Moonlight guides the quiet hush. [Chorus] Mending nets beneath the night, Where the stars are soft and thin. Every thread a whispered name, Held here, just the same. Mending nets beneath the moon— No return, no room for tune. [Verse] The net remembers every catch, The tides, the stillness, the dash. Now it rests in quiet hands, Dreams of fish and distant lands. [Pre-Chorus] One knot at a time, no need to rush, Moonlight guides the quiet hush. [Chorus] Mending nets beneath the night, Where the stars are soft and thin. Every thread a whispered name, Held here, just the same. Mending nets beneath the moon— No return, no room for tune. [Bridge] Time is not a line but a loop, In the weave, the deep, the hush. No one comes, no one goes— Just the moon and the net and the slow. [Chorus] Mending nets beneath the night, Where the stars are soft and thin. Every thread a whispered name, Held here, just the same. Mending nets beneath the moon— No return, no room for tune. [Outro] Just the moon… just the thread… Just the hush… and the bed… Of the sea… Of the night… Of the net… Of the hand… Of the name… Of the still… And the thread… Of the moon…