[Verse 1] The night keeps asking where you are I lie and say you’re not that far Your name still echoes in my head Like things we almost said The world kept moving I stood still Learning how to miss you Against my will
[Chorus] All the words we almost said Hang like pictures in my head Every promise half‑awake Every chance we didn’t take I keep talking to the air Like you’re still standing there instead Living in the quiet of The things we almost said
[Verse 2] Your coffee cup That crooked chair I clean the room You’re everywhere I pull your sweater from the drawer Then put it back and close the door My phone lights up It isn’t you Funny how I still hope it’s true
[Chorus] All the words we almost said Hang like pictures in my head Every promise half‑awake Every chance we didn’t take I keep talking to the air Like you’re still standing there instead Living in the quiet of The things we almost said
Musikstyle
Moody acoustic pop ballad, intimate male vocals up close on a warm nylon-string guitar. Soft piano doubles key phrases, subtle pads bloom in the chorus. First verse stays spare and confessional; chorus widens with low harmonies and a gentle tom pulse. Final pass strips back to voice and guitar for a fragile, lingering outro., world