[Intro] [Sitar melody, slow rhythm, mood of anticipation]
[Verse]
In the hush of dawn, whispers weave and start,
A tapestry of doubts, pulling threads apart.
Your voice, a storm, in the calm of our trust,
Each word a stone, thrown too carelessly just.
[Pre-Chorus]
A flicker in the light, a shadow on the curb,
Misread signals, where no fault might be inferred.
Yet here we stand, at the edge of our discourse,
In the quiet questioning, the hurt begins to burrow first.
[Chorus]
Oh, stones and curb, where our truths collide,
In the garden of our love, where seeds of doubt reside.
Let's untangle this web, with hands not quick to accuse,
For in the heart of the storm, lies the truth we must peruse.
[Interlude] [Sitar solo, rhythm intensifies, mood shifts to reflection]
[Verse]
Echoes of our yesterdays, resound in every plea,
Promises once spoken, now seeming hollowly.
Yet beneath the rubble, where accusations lay,
Lies the strength of us, if we choose to sway.
[Pre-Chorus]
A step back from the brink, a pause to reconsider,
The gravity of words, once uttered, never clearer.
In the silence seeking, a path to understanding,
Where hearts once guarded, find a way to mend and bond.
[Chorus]
Oh, stones and curb, where our truths collide,
In the garden of our love, where seeds of doubt reside.
Let's untangle this web, with hands not quick to accuse,
For in the heart of the storm, lies the truth we must peruse.
[Bridge]
Can we turn the stones to soil, where flowers might bloom anew?
Seeking not to conquer, but to understand and to renew.
In the quiet moments, let's rebuild what's been eroded,
With trust as our foundation, let our love be unchained and no longer jaded.
[Chorus]
Oh, stones and curb, where our truths collide,
In the garden of our love, where seeds of doubt reside.
Let's untangle this web, with hands not quick to accuse,
For in the heart of the storm, lies the truth we must peruse.
[Outro] [Sitar melody, slow fades, mood of resolution]
