[INTRO - Single sustained chord, room tone, breath]
I keep asking the word,
what it thinks I feel.

[VERSE 1]
A house still standing,
but I miss how the light fell.
A road unchanged,
yet I remember a turn that never came.

[VERSE 2]
I grieve a season
that did not quite exist.

I mourn the present
by comparing it to a sketch.

[instrumental interlude]

[VERSE 3]
Is this loss
or is it contrast?

Is this sorrow
or just memory learning to speak?

[REFRAIN]
Sola-stalgia?
I say it softly
to see if it stays.

[VERSE 4]
A river touches its banks
and keeps going...

A tree stands rooted
and still remembers the wind...

[VERSE 5]
I feel this in my body
before I know its name.

Breath tightens
then loosens.

Something passes
through.

[REFRAIN]
Solarstalgia?
Not a wound,
Not a cure.

Just the feeling
of standing still,
while time plays out the 'now'.

[drop]

[VERSE 6]
I wandered once,
lonely as a cloud

Now I stand among the host
and write a song instead.

[VERSE 7]
If this ache has meaning
it doesn’t insist

If it has a lesson
it waits.

[OUTRO ]
[Last chord rings, no resolution]
Solarstalgia?
I let the word go,
and see what follows.