06 Some Things We Never Say | Deepline story | ACT 1 | deep House Music With Love Story
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06 Some Things We Never Say | Deepline story | ACT 1 | deep House Music With Love Story
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You remember how I take my tea,
The little things that matter to me.
The song I hum when I'm alone,
The streets I call my own.
You never ask me to explain,
You hear the silence in the rain.
And somehow, without saying why,
You make the world feel more like mine.
You know the words I almost say,
The thoughts I quietly put away.
You notice when my laughter fades,
And when I'm lost inside my days.
You bring the song I told you once,
You laugh before the silence comes.
And I begin to understand
The things a heart can say without a hand.
You never say you love me,
But you remember everything.
And in the quiet between us,
I hear a thousand strings.
Some things we never say,
Some feelings never fade.
They live beneath the words we choose,
In every little thing we do.
You never have to promise me
A thousand years, eternity.
Just look at me the way you do,
And let the silence tell the truth.
I save the things you leave behind,
A phrase, a laugh, a passing line.
Not knowing why I hold them near,
As if they keep you always here.
And when the evening turns to blue,
I find a thousand ways to think of you.
No grand confession, no grand design,
Just your tomorrow resting next to mine.
You never say you love me,
Yet somehow I believe.
Some roots grow deep in silence,
Where no one else can see.
Some things we never say,
Some feelings never fade.
They live beneath the words we choose,
In every little thing we do.
You never have to promise me
A thousand years, eternity.
Just look at me the way you do,
And let the silence tell the truth.
Maybe love is staying near,
Making room for what we fear.
No need to name what we have found,
Some hearts speak without a sound.
Some things we never say,
But carry every day.
Like distant lights that guide us home,
Like knowing we're not quite alone.
You never have to promise me
The shape of all we'll ever be.
Just let tomorrow find us here,
With nothing left to prove or fear.
“Same place, tomorrow?”
You smile.
“Tomorrow.”