Subtle Rot - The Current Still (Official Audio)

Subtle Rot from The Current Still by Quiet Fever

Lyrics:

There’s a notebook in the second drawer
Filled with lines I never gave a voice
A tune that never met a chord
A thousand could-be’s left by choice

The air is sweet with faint decay
Like flowers pressed and sealed in glass
I meant to start, I meant to stay
But seasons turned and I let them pass

Subtle rot, slow and kind
It doesn’t shout, it just unwinds
The golden thread, the secret plot
Forgotten not from pain—but not

I dreamed in colors once so deep
But let them settle into dust
Now even silence seems to weep
For everything I didn’t trust

The echo of a future life
Still knocks against my sleeping chest
But softer now, like fading light
That never dared to head west

Subtle rot, warm disguise
Of all the things I left inside
Not with regret, not with a shot
Just the hush where something stopped

And maybe some things weren’t meant to bloom
Maybe shadows make their own kind of room
But oh, the stillness stains the plot—
A quiet, lovely, subtle rot