[Verse] Boxes piled beside the door, City lights through my window’s floor, The hum of silence, softly played, On borrowed flames, a meal is laid. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers tracing stories on the stove, A quiet heart where I rove, Every scent, a memory stowed, In this space I’ve never known. [Chorus] Here in this flicker, I feel alive, Cooking up dreams where I survive, Your absence lingers in the air, But I’m learning how to care. On borrowed fire, I find my way, In this first night’s gentle sway, Melancholy writes its tune, Beneath the soft electric moon. [Verse] Steam curls slow, it draws me near, Whispers of what I hold dear, A dance of shadows on the wall, In this small room, I stand tall. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers tracing stories on the stove, A quiet heart where I rove, Every scent, a memory stowed, In this space I’ve never known. [Chorus] Here in this flicker, I feel alive, Cooking up dreams where I survive, Your absence lingers in the air, But I’m learning how to care. On borrowed fire, I find my way, In this first night’s gentle sway, Melancholy writes its tune, Beneath the soft electric moon. [Bridge] Lonely plates and empty chairs, Echoes hum in midnight prayers, Yet in this glow, I’m not alone, This borrowed heat becomes my home. [Chorus] Here in this flicker, I feel alive, Cooking up dreams where I survive, Your absence lingers in the air, But I’m learning how to care. On borrowed fire, I find my way, In this first night’s gentle sway, Melancholy writes its tune, Beneath the soft electric moon. [Outro] Beneath the soft electric moon... I find my way, I find my way...