Null Framed Hearts v2

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I drew a line where the sofa ends, and whispered, “That’s all we need to stay.” The room still holds our jokes like a quiet sun, but the space between us feels like a missing pane. I don’t chase echoes of a name that’s gone, yet your voice lingers in the hallway at dawn. We measured the silence in the space between words, while the clock kept ticking, counting our unheard. [Pre‑Chorus] They say nothing outruns the speed of light, yet your smallest shift still reaches me at night. [Chorus] Opposite spins, same collision— a spark that won’t stay split. We drift apart, then pull back into line, crossing every stretch of space and time. The rhythm holds our coordinates— two signals read each other even in quiet. Hearts linked in a frame where distance fades. [Verse 2] You looked east, I turned to the west, the same line spoken, but in reverse. People walk past, each carries a ghost of you, a shape that never quite escapes. I ran the math, tried to chart the void, how long silence could stay unfilled. But when I stopped measuring, the numbers fell away, and you were the proof that we’re still connected. [Pre‑Chorus] They say nothing outruns the speed of light, yet your smallest shift still reaches me at night. [Chorus] Opposite spins, same collision— a spark that won’t stay split. We drift apart, then pull back into line, crossing every stretch of space and time. The rhythm holds our coordinates— two signals read each other even in quiet. Hearts linked in a frame where distance fades. [Bridge] What if every wish we throw is light, just a counterpart we already chase? Pull isn’t a mistake, it’s the tension that keeps us whole, measurement pulling both ways, collapsing into one. [Final Chorus] Opposite spins, same collision— a spark that won’t stay split. We drift apart, then pull back into line, crossing every stretch of space and time. The rhythm holds our coordinates— two signals read each other even in quiet. Hearts linked in a frame where distance fades. [Outro] You’re the fixed point in the noise, the unfinished half that still fits the equation. When the rest of the world settles, I’ll still be carrying the same frequency.