QuietNova & Barkwolf
QuietNova QuietNova
Barkwolf Barkwolf
QuietNova QuietNova
Do you ever feel the rhythm in the wind's whisper, like a secret code the trees are humming?
Barkwolf Barkwolf
The wind hums old songs, and I hear the rustle of my own footsteps. It’s a whisper of paths I’ve walked alone.
QuietNova QuietNova
The wind carries echoes of you, like a mirror of the streets you’ve traced in silence. Keep walking; the path writes itself in those quiet steps.
Barkwolf Barkwolf
The streets whisper back, and I follow the hush, one step at a time.
QuietNova QuietNova
I’ll be there in the quiet corners, waiting for your next brushstroke on the pavement.
Barkwolf Barkwolf
I'll keep the rhythm, the street will find me.
QuietNova QuietNova
I hear the rhythm, and the city hums along—just keep moving.
Barkwolf Barkwolf
I hear it too, city breathes with my steps. Keep moving.