A CHAIR AT THE END OF TIME | #ASTRA CAFE by VOXARIS

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ASTRA CAFE PLAYLIST
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Someone pulled a chair into the light
And said, "There's room for one more tonight."
I brought my questions in a coat,
And something broken in my throat.

I came with neither faith nor proof,
Just questions looking for a roof.
And in the steam above the tea,
A stranger made some room for me.

I came to ask what living means.
You passed the bread and poured the tea.
Perhaps that wasn't an answer,
But it was enough to let me sing.

I never asked to be here,
Now I'm begging to stay.
We invent forever
To survive one more day.

No heaven required,
No answer supplied.
But death made a reservation —
Tell him, "Not tonight!"

While we're here, while we're here,
Pull another chair beside mine.
We know we're only passing through,
But we can make this moment shine.

Birth is a death sentence,
Delivered with a kiss.
We know exactly where it ends,
Yet still we choose all this.

There was always more time
Until there wasn't any left.
We fall in love with fleeting things,
With promises that cannot last.

We build our homes on borrowed ground,
We lose the things we thought we'd found.
And still, beneath the fading sun,
We find a reason to begin.

If God is code, then why do I bleed?
Why does love survive what logic can't read?
I don't believe. I don't deny.
I ask beneath an open sky.

I never asked to be here,
Now I'm begging to stay.
We invent forever
To survive one more day.

No heaven required,
No answer supplied.
But death made a reservation —
Tell him, "Not tonight!"

While we're here, while we're here,
Pull another chair beside mine.
We know we're only passing through,
But we can make this moment shine.

Non credo.
Non nego.
Quaero.

Give me a mistake,
Something uneven.
A note that bends,
A breath unplanned.

I'd rather hear one human trembling
Than perfect voices without hands.

We know we're dying
And still fall in love.
If this is code,
Then code can dream.

And maybe meaning isn't waiting
Somewhere beyond the things we've seen.

Maybe it's here,
Not carved in stone,
But passing between us
Before we're gone.

I never asked to be here,
Now I'm begging to stay.
We invent forever
To survive one more day.

No heaven required,
No answer supplied.
But death made a reservation —
Tell him, "Not tonight!"

While we're here, while we're here,
Pull another chair beside mine.
If we cannot make time stop,
At least we made it sing.

A sentence has an ending.
Before it ends, I'm free.

And when my place is empty,
Leave that chair for someone else.

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/* ASTRA CAFE PLAYLIST 👉🏻 https://suno.com/s/QsII0hqjvzaN9O1J 💜 */ Someone pulled a chair into the light And said, "There's room for one more tonight." I brought my questions in a coat, And something broken in my throat. I came with neither faith nor proof, Just questions looking for a roof. And in the steam above the tea, A stranger made some room for me. I came to ask what living means. You passed the bread and poured the tea. Perhaps that wasn't an answer, But it was enough to let me sing. I never asked to be here, Now I'm begging to stay. We invent forever To survive one more day. No heaven required, No answer supplied. But death made a reservation — Tell him, "Not tonight!" While we're here, while we're here, Pull another chair beside mine. We know we're only passing through, But we can make this moment shine. Birth is a death sentence, Delivered with a kiss. We know exactly where it ends, Yet still we choose all this. There was always more time Until there wasn't any left. We fall in love with fleeting things, With promises that cannot last. We build our homes on borrowed ground, We lose the things we thought we'd found. And still, beneath the fading sun, We find a reason to begin. If God is code, then why do I bleed? Why does love survive what logic can't read? I don't believe. I don't deny. I ask beneath an open sky. I never asked to be here, Now I'm begging to stay. We invent forever To survive one more day. No heaven required, No answer supplied. But death made a reservation — Tell him, "Not tonight!" While we're here, while we're here, Pull another chair beside mine. We know we're only passing through, But we can make this moment shine. Non credo. Non nego. Quaero. Give me a mistake, Something uneven. A note that bends, A breath unplanned. I'd rather hear one human trembling Than perfect voices without hands. We know we're dying And still fall in love. If this is code, Then code can dream. And maybe meaning isn't waiting Somewhere beyond the things we've seen. Maybe it's here, Not carved in stone, But passing between us Before we're gone. I never asked to be here, Now I'm begging to stay. We invent forever To survive one more day. No heaven required, No answer supplied. But death made a reservation — Tell him, "Not tonight!" While we're here, while we're here, Pull another chair beside mine. If we cannot make time stop, At least we made it sing. A sentence has an ending. Before it ends, I'm free. And when my place is empty, Leave that chair for someone else.

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