[Verse] Faded blue couch, still holding your shape, Crumbling pages in a silent debate. Lamp with one eye, flickers like a thought, Pins my dreams to the wall—half-broken, but caught. [Pre-Chorus] I dance in shadows where the silence sings, Whispers of “maybe” on tired old wings. [Chorus] Oh, these dreams are pinned like laundry in the sun, Dusty but bright, just half-done. I’m folding time in a worn-out purse, Dreaming loud with the quiet, the blue, the blur. Pins and paper, echoes and stars— I’m living in the in-between, never really far. [Verse] Radio hums a song from another decade, Footprints in dust where my footsteps used to be. Coffee rings on a notebook page, I write my life in fading stage. [Pre-Chorus] I laugh at the cracks where the light gets through, The way the world feels soft when it’s half-askew. [Chorus] Oh, these dreams are pinned like laundry in the sun, Dusty but bright, just half-done. I’m folding time in a worn-out purse, Dreaming loud with the quiet, the blue, the blur. Pins and paper, echoes and stars— I’m living in the in-between, never really far. [Bridge] If tomorrow never comes, I’ll still be here, Sitting on the past with a cigarette in my ear. The lamp still blinks, the dreams don’t fall— They’re just learning how to stand up tall. [Chorus] Oh, these dreams are pinned like laundry in the sun, Dusty but bright, just half-done. I’m folding time in a worn-out purse, Dreaming loud with the quiet, the blue, the blur. Pins and paper, echoes and stars— I’m living in the in-between, never really far. [Outro] In the in-between… Never really far… Just the couch, the lamp, and the stars… Dreaming…