[Chorus — fuller drums, layered vocals] I'm in a room full of ghosts, And I'm the one they can't see. Everybody's standing so close, But there's an ocean inside of me. Can you hear me through the static? Can you find me in the noise? I'm so tired of being somebody Who gets lost among the voices. I'm still here, I'm still here, Even when I disappear. In a room full of ghosts, I want somebody near. [Verse 3 — emotional singing that gradually builds] Maybe loneliness is not a place; it's a language we forget. It's the almost-sent confession and the words we never text. It's the friend you haven't spoken to, the door you never tried. It's the little bit of honesty you swallow out of pride. So tonight I'll leave the curtains open, let the morning find my face. Let the world come through the window, let the light reclaim its place. Maybe I can make a phone call, maybe I can say what's true. Maybe someone else is sitting in a room that's just like mine too. I don't need a perfect answer, I don't need a grand design. I don't need to be the centre; I want to share some time. I can learn to let the silence be a silence, not a wall. I can stop pretending nothing hurts by never speaking at all. If you're somewhere feeling distant, if the whole world's out of tune, There's a space beside the window, there's a chair here in my room. We don't have to solve the darkness, we don't have to make it right. We can sit here till the sunrise, we can borrow back the light. [Bridge — instruments drop away, calm vocals] I thought I needed somebody to pull me out of the night. Maybe I just needed someone To sit with me Until I could see the light. [Final Chorus — full-band climax, soaring tenor and harmonies] I'm in a room full of ghosts, But I'm learning to be seen. There's a hand reaching through the darkness, There's a space where I can breathe. Can you hear me through the static? I can hear you through the noise. Maybe we're not lost forever, Maybe we can find our voice. I'm still here, I'm still here, And I'm letting someone near. In a room full of ghosts, There's a little hope in here. I'm still here! I'm still here! [Outro — clean guitar, quiet vocal] Everybody's talking. Now I hear a voice. Maybe I was never invisible. Maybe I was waiting To make a little noise. [Final guitar note rings out into silence]
