[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
A zene stílusa
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