[Verse] Whispers thread through paper-thin walls, Strings that hum and gently call, Notes like feathers, light they fall, Floating in the quiet hall. [Pre-Chorus] Breath and bow in dance, unseen, Every sigh, a silver seam. [Chorus] Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Through the night, it lingers on— A violin’s quiet dawn. Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Threads of sound that gently weave, In the hush, we still believe. [Verse] Fingers draw the tender lines, Secret stories, silent shrines, Melodies that intertwine, Dreams that drift in air so fine. [Pre-Chorus] Breath and bow in dance, unseen, Every sigh, a silver seam. [Chorus] Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Through the night, it lingers on— A violin’s quiet dawn. Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Threads of sound that gently weave, In the hush, we still believe. [Bridge] Veil of sound, so thin, so clear, Draws the distant notes so near, In the silence, soft and wide, Music’s light begins to glide. [Chorus] Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Through the night, it lingers on— A violin’s quiet dawn. Hear the song behind the glass, Soft and slow, it comes to pass, Threads of sound that gently weave, In the hush, we still believe. [Outro] Whispers fade, but still they glow, Strings that dance in undertow, Night’s embrace, a gentle call— A violin beyond the wall.