White Smoke at the Edge of Time

[Verse - spoken word]
White smoke curls where the clock hands fall
Empty space hums with a fading call
Sharp edges blur in the morning light
Memories flicker like a dying flame
Traces of yesterday still remain
[Chorus]
We drift through seasons, soft and slow
Where white smoke lingers in the glow
Empty space echoes with a ghostly tune
Sharp memories fade like a fading moon