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[Verse] Wind hums through the swing’s slow turn, Tree shadows stretch like whispered prayers. A lone shoe rests where laughter burned, Crumbling dust in evening air. [Pre-Chorus] Clouds gather soft, not cold, Like breath on glass, the sky feels old. The world holds still—no need to run— Just listen to the thunder’s hum. [Chorus] Oh, distant thunder, roll through the trees, Lullaby for the broken limbs and the breeze. No storm, no fear, just silence deep— You’re the quiet in the heart of sleep. Oh, distant thunder, dream in gray, The playground’s mine, and I’m not afraid. [Verse] Slide’s still warm with yesterday’s sun, Swings still sway, though no one’s been. A swingset’s shadow, tall and thin, Paints a map that never ends. [Pre-Chorus] Clouds gather soft, not cold, Like breath on glass, the sky feels old. The world holds still—no need to run— Just listen to the thunder’s hum. [Chorus] Oh, distant thunder, roll through the trees, Lullaby for the broken limbs and the breeze. No storm, no fear, just silence deep— You’re the quiet in the heart of sleep. Oh, distant thunder, dream in gray, The playground’s mine, and I’m not afraid. [Bridge] If the sky should crack with sound, I’ll be here, still as the ground. No storm, just breath, no name, no fight— Just thunder, and the soft night. [Chorus] Oh, distant thunder, roll through the trees, Lullaby for the broken limbs and the breeze. No storm, no fear, just silence deep— You’re the quiet in the heart of sleep. Oh, distant thunder, dream in gray, The playground’s mine, and I’m not afraid. [Outro] Dream in gray
 Thunder’s way
 Still
 Luminous
 Just still


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