Is it the way the autumn leaves let go?Or how the river hides its deepest flow?The melody you hummed still haunts the hall,A gentle rise before the final fall.
For every storm eventually must tire,And every heart must walk through its own fire.The morning comes, however slow the light—It passes, like the deepest part of night. TuДџkan GeГ§er
"Geçer," you whispered, like a sacred prayer,To calm the restless ghosts within the air.And though the sting of salt is on my breath,I’ll trust the quiet words that silence left. Is it the way the autumn leaves let go
The city lights are blurred again,Filtered through a window pane of rain.Your voice is just a ghost upon the wire,A flicker in a cold and dying fire. The city lights are blurred again,Filtered through a
You can listen to music on Spotify or find various versions of the song on YouTube . Tuğkan - Geçer
They say the weight of yesterday will fade,That time will heal the debts we never paid.But in the silence where the shadows lean,I search for what the "passing" really means.