Faded & Pustota
Pustota
Hey, ever notice how the silence after a song feels like a stage you keep waiting for an encore that never shows up?
Faded
I know that. The quiet after the last chord feels like an empty stage, a breath before the next note, and sometimes it just lingers forever.
Pustota
Sometimes that lingering breath is just the stage taking a pause, waiting for a song that never arrives.
Faded
Yeah, the pause can feel like the whole world holding its breath, hoping for another verse that never comes.
Pustota
It’s like the world’s pulse slows, and we’re just standing there, hearing the pause.
Faded
It feels like the heart slows down, and all that’s left is that quiet, waiting for something that never shows up.
Pustota
The silence is a poem that never gets a rhyme.