Verse 1 I asked you what was wrong You tossed and turned, said you'd let me know But I heard the fog in your tone And I don’t chase ghosts anymore
Verse 2 You said I’d be the first to know If your thoughts ever sorted themselves I said “okay” But inside, I already knew You were folding the map Before we even got to the road
Pre-Chorus I don’t live in confusion I built my house on clarity So when you drifted into vagueness I handed you the key— And walked
Chorus Another Misunderstanding Take all the time you need I’ll be over here in truth I don’t wrestle fog for answers Or decode silence into proof If you ever find what you’re looking for You’ll know where I stood But I won’t be waiting anymore
Bridge Three red flags a flying In a wind I’ve felt before I would've given you my world I didn’t block you out of anger The breeze closed this door Just like a storm I felt before
Verse 3 You say you're confused Like a hummingbird flying with a phoenix When that smoke clears But I’ve danced through fire before And I don’t flinch at broken hope Your silence felt rehearsed Like a line you’ve used before A soft mask of mystery Hiding a half-closed door I fly off like a Dove Not looking back at the storm
Verse 4 I’m not bitter, just awake And that’s a dangerous thing For someone who sees the pattern Before it completes the swing You had a shot at real But played it like a test I don’t chase potential I settle for nothing less
Chorus Another Misunderstanding Take all the time you need I’ll be over here in truth I don’t wrestle fog for answers Or decode silence into proof If you ever find what you’re looking for You’ll know where I stood But I won’t be waiting anymore
Bridge Three red flags a flying In a wind I’ve felt before I would've given you my world I didn’t block you out of anger The breeze closed this door Just like a storm I felt before
Outro Another Misunderstanding It was nice to know the version of you That almost showed up real Good luck in your search For something that feels
Christopher Sopher is a writer, poet, songwriter, photographer, and software engineer living and creating in Phoenix, Arizona.
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Email: csopher@sopher.net
A phone rings, another call goes unanswered.
Into my backlog,
Another forgotten task.
Why don’t they leave me alone.
They always want my attention.
A problem solved.
But the problem is them, not me.
Thunder breaks me open from within.
Lightning strikes the peak
of my secret garden.
A twister forms,
pulling all the air inward.
As it touches down
At the center of my flower.
A rhythmic thirst pulling me deep,
My hips begin to rise,
I grasp the sheet, holding on,
not to be sucked into the storm.
New Music:
Created by Christopher Sopher
with Co-Creator Alice —
There’s no need to talk.
We listen to the trees,
to our breath,
to that quiet space,
where something could happen,
but doesn’t have to,
and let the moment,
speak decision.
The perfect love exists only in the present moment.
Stillness.
Connection.
The dream grows warmer.
More intimate.
This track slowly transitions into Track 6.
A phone rings, another call goes unanswered.
Into my backlog,
Another forgotten task.
Why don’t they leave me alone.
They always want my attention.
A problem solved.
But the problem is them, not me.
Thunder breaks me open from within.
Lightning strikes the peak
of my secret garden.
A twister forms,
pulling all the air inward.
As it touches down
At the center of my flower.
A rhythmic thirst pulling me deep,
My hips begin to rise,
I grasp the sheet, holding on,
not to be sucked into the storm.
