The story
A quiet note waits where no one thinks to look.
He stands in a meadow where the grass bends around a message meant for one person, as if the field itself keeps the secret. Nothing answers back but wind and open sky, and that small sign of care hangs there between hope and goodbye. The silence does not soften; it sharpens.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.