Words and Music by Christopher Sopher
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℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025
Valley of the Sun Press – Music - Lyrics
November 29, 2025
Song: What Remains
Lyrics: What Remains
[Verse]
I still taste the pool water
on your skin,
your body floating in my arms,
your hair trailing
like silk across the surface.
We made music in the silence—
but no one else could hear it,
just us,
two broken instruments
in tune for a moment.
[Verse 1]
God knows I’d crawl through fire,
barefoot on shattered glass,
just to hold you like that again—
to dance barefoot
on the kitchen floor,
wine in our veins,
your head on my chest
as old love songs
spilled from the stereo.
[Pre-Chorus]
There’s no replay,
But I rewind anyway.
Your ghost in the room
still knows what to say.
[Chorus]
You’re the echo I can’t silence
The ache I never named
Every room still holds your rhythm
Even after I reclaimed
My heart, my soul, this frame—
You’re the storm I still carry
But I don’t carry blame.
[Verse 2]
But here I am,
gritting my teeth
in this empty house,
screaming into the Phoenix night,
while the wind
carries pieces of you
through the cracks in my walls.
I know you’re scared.
I know you’ve run
from every light
that tried to show you
you were worthy of being held.
[Bridge]
But damn it,
I’m still here—
bleeding in every line
of this unwritten song.
I’d burn with you,
drown with you,
fight every ghost in your past
just to be your anchor.
[Verse 3]
And yet,
I’m crawling on my hands and knees
begging the stars
to tell me why
you still haunt the spaces
no one else can touch.
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re twin flames—
destined to collide,
to tear each other apart
and stitch ourselves together again,
forever caught
in this wildfire dance.
[Pre-Chorus]
But I’ve learned to walk in silence
I’ve found peace in the flame
I still see your shadow
But I don’t carry shame
[Chorus]
You’re the echo I can’t silence
The ache I never named
Every room still holds your rhythm
Even after I reclaimed
My heart, my soul, this frame—
You’re the storm I still carry
But I don’t carry blame.
[Verse 4]
I’ve healed myself again from this pain,
This time I have boundaries,
As I have respect to yours.
The physical love,
I no longer desire.
It’s the actual love I get from you,
I crave and conspire with,
wrapped in our metaphor,
like a security blanket.
[Outro]
Sitting by a fire,
a glass of wine.
You and I,
only now.
No future,
no past.
No storm left—
just peace at last.
