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[Verse] Snow falls slow on the glass, Fingers trace the edge of the light. Coins stack like stars, Each one a secret, a quiet sigh. The bell doesn’t ring, Just the hum of a world gone still. I watch the shadows stretch, Like memories I can’t quite feel. [Pre-Chorus] Time folds in the silence, Beneath the moon’s dim glow. Every note I don’t sing Is a star that’s been let go. [Chorus] Oh, I’m counting change in a moonlit haze, Dreams in my hands, but no one to share. The cold outside, the warmth in my breath, The weight of the world in a paper-thin thread. I’m counting change through the silver veil, A quiet soul in an endless tale. Every coin a memory, every breath a prayer — I’m just a light in the slow, slow air. [Verse] The register glows like a distant shore, A map of miles I’ve never been. Your name’s not on the receipt, But I still remember the sound of your skin. The clock ticks slow like a lullaby, Each second a moment I can’t reclaim. And the snow keeps falling, Not knowing my name. [Pre-Chorus] Time folds in the silence, Beneath the moon’s dim glow. Every note I don’t sing Is a star that’s been let go. [Chorus] Oh, I’m counting change in a moonlit haze, Dreams in my hands, but no one to share. The cold outside, the warmth in my breath, The weight of the world in a paper-thin thread. I’m counting change through the silver veil, A quiet soul in an endless tale. Every coin a memory, every breath a prayer — I’m just a light in the slow, slow air. [Bridge] If you came back through the snow tonight, Would you know me by the way I sigh? Would you hear the music in my eyes? Or would you just see the price? [Chorus] Oh, I’m counting change in a moonlit haze, Dreams in my hands, but no one to share. The cold outside, the warmth in my breath, The weight of the world in a paper-thin thread. I’m counting change through the silver veil, A quiet soul in an endless tale. Every coin a memory, every breath a prayer — I’m just a light in the slow, slow air. [Outro] Snow falls slow on the glass, Fingers trace the edge of the light. Coins stack like stars, Each one a secret, a quiet sigh. And I’m still here, Still here
 Still here


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