[Verse 1]
There is a kind of waiting
that doesn't feel like waiting at all.
It feels like holding your breath so long
you forget you're doing it.
I have stood at doors like this before,
half open, light coming through the crack,
hand raised, not knocking.
Because some doors only open from the inside.
[Chorus]
Sometime soon, you said.
Sometime soon.
I will still be here when soon becomes now.
No noise, no pressure, just here.
Waiting for sometime soon.
[Verse 2]
There are things said in unguarded moments
that live in you long after the moment passes.
Words that landed like they were always meant to find you.
You hold them, you turn them over,
you wonder if they were real or just the night talking.
And then you decide to believe in them anyway.
Because what else do you do
with something that felt that true?
[Chorus]
Sometime soon, you said.
Sometime soon.
I will still be here when soon becomes now.
No noise, no pressure, just here.
Waiting for sometime soon.
[Bridge]
I am not without fault here.
I carried something heavy and I dropped it
at the wrong moment, in the wrong way.
Breaking things you love
doesn't distribute evenly.
It just sits right there, in the center of you.
[Final Verse]
But I am still here. Quieter now.
More careful with the weight of things.
Becoming the kind of presence
that doesn't confirm the fear.
The steady thing that waited long enough
to be worth opening for.
[Outro]
Sometime soon.
I will be here.
Sometime soon.
