Dancing in Echoes
Track 3 of Whole Meal
[ Lyrics ]
My shadow’s my new best friend. Floor’s cold but I don’t reach for shoes, drink’s half-up, I don’t need to choose. Pressed play on that old track we claimed, now it’s mine — no 'we' in the frame. Used to dance for your eyes in the dark, now I move like a spark off the arc. Sway too wide, laugh at the mess, glass in hand, I confess — I don’t miss you, I miss the noise, the weight of someone, the shared life joys. But this silence? It’s got its own sound — a heartbeat thump on hollowed ground. Dancing in echoes, yeah, that’s enough, not chasing love in a crowded room. Dancing in echoes, I’m full, I’m tough, every rebound sings back to the truth. Hair down, no one to tuck it behind, no comment later ‘bout losing my mind. I spin once, fall into the couch, face to the ceiling, let the thoughts crowd: 'Was I ever this loud when I was free?' Guess I forgot how it felt to be unobserved, uncorrected, unclaimed — no one to flinch when I screamed my refrain. So I rise with the chorus I used to skip, now I belt it — hip to lip, hand to wrist. Not for show, not for likes in the feed, just to feel the vibration I need. Dancing in echoes, yeah, that’s enough, not chasing love in a crowded room. Dancing in echoes, I’m full, I’m tough, every rebound sings back to the truth. Used to want someone to say I was seen, now the walls hum it back in between. Used to need hands to pull me in warm, now the space shapes me — still, transformed. Dancing in echoes — that’s all I need, no backup singer, no guarantee. Dancing in echoes — I’m loud, I’m free, every heartbeat claims the room. Dancing in echoes — no ghosts, no harm, just me, my shadow, and my spark. My shadow’s my best friend… don’t need a partner, don’t need an end. Just the song, and the floor, and the beat. Yeah… I’m whole in the echoes.