The story
He keeps watch at the edge of letting go.
He stands guard over a love that will not sleep, counting the hours between phone calls, porch lights, and the space where two people used to meet. Every small sign feels like a warning or a promise, and he keeps his post anyway, knowing the night is thinning but the leaving is not done with him yet.
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Lyrics
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