Verse 1
We left the southern sun behind,
Now it's dragging us back home.
Ten days folded in a bag,
Your scent still buried in my skin.
Cold rain on the window,
Old roads cutting through my chest.
We count the miles like damage,
We count the breaths we've got left.
Your laugh still hits in flashes,
Like a matchstrike in the dark.
And every sign points south again,
Like a knife against the mark.
Pre-Chorus
We're not breaking,
We're not gone,
But the world is waking up.
All the magic,
All the noise,
Gets packed away with us.
Chorus 1
Ten days of us,
And the world went black.
Ten days of fire,
Now we're falling back.
Southbound, heart torn,
Choking on dust.
Still carrying the scar
Of ten days of us.
Verse 2
Ten mornings stealing daylight,
Ten nights burning through the cold.
Your hand inside my jacket,
Like the only truth I know.
Old stones under our footsteps,
Rain caught shining in your hair.
Whisky breath and stupid laughing,
Like the world was never there.
Every room became a shelter,
Every road became a vein.
Every kiss rewired something
I don't want to lose again.
Now Rome is rising in the distance,
And the spell begins to crack.
But I swear I felt us changing
In the days we can't get back.
Chorus 2
Ten days of us,
And the world went black.
Ten days of fire,
Now we're falling back.
Southbound, heart torn,
Choking on dust.
Still wearing the mark
Of ten days of us.
Bridge
The phones light up,
The clocks restart.
The old life comes
With its teeth in the dark.
Back through the door,
The house, the noise.
Same old cage,
Same cold war.
But something changed
Under rain and stone.
We're going back,
But not alone.
Breakdown
Not erased.
Not replaced.
Not a dream we leave behind.
Not erased.
Not replaced.
Ten days carved into the spine.
Final Chorus
Ten days of us,
And the world went black.
Ten days of fire,
Now we're falling back.
Southbound, heart torn,
Choking on dust.
Still tasting the rain
Of ten days of us.
Ten days of us,
Still burning through us.
Ten days of us,
No world can undo us.
Southbound, heart torn,
Choking on dust.
Still tasting the rain
Of ten days of us.