[Intro] (Soft breath, close) In the quiet of the screen glow, something flickers in between (Heartbeat kick, distant) Is this the life you’re holding… or the life that’s holding you? [Drop] (Wordless vocal swell, washed in delay) (Ooh, ooh…) (Filtered violin motif echoes the original hook, now distant and fragile) [Verse 1] Soft keys trace a pattern you have followed every day Footsteps on a floor you never chose to pave this way Are you steering through the night or floating with the tide? A faded outline… waiting to decide [Pre-Chorus] (Whispered harmonies widening) When the glass is turning clear Can you see who’s standing here? [Chorus] (Rhythm opens, bass blooms gently) Signal rising, breaking through a borrowed dream Signal rising, colors spilling at the seam (Beat pulls back, hush) You can write this line… let it carry you You can write this line… let it carry you [Bridge] (Piano and distant street noise, rain-soaked) (Spoken, soft, almost to yourself) “The page is blank. The pulse keeps going. Stay… and listen to what returns.” [Outro Climax] (Percussion swirls in, violin climbs in bright, aching arcs) (Overlapping voices, left and right) Breathe in (Here you are) Breathe out (Coming through) Step in (To the bloom) Step out (Of the script you knew) (Granular echo tails dissolve into a final, gentle chord) [End]
