(Verse 1 – Soft, sparse bass and distant keyboard swells, like a doctor or a voice from the real world speaking through fog) Hello? Can you feel me calling? Just breathe if you’re still in there. Is anybody listening? Your eyes are open but you stare. I see the shadows on your face, The weight that pulls you underground. Come on now, let me lift the haze, I’ll chase the silence, turn it around. (Pre-Chorus – Gentle rise, minor chords lingering without full resolve) You’re drifting where the colors bleed, A quiet sea where nothing hurts. The world outside is sharp and loud, But here the edges start to blur. (Chorus – Major lift, warm and bittersweet, building to that signature Floyd resolution) There is no fear, there is no fire, Just distant stars behind the glass. The child who ran through fields of light Has learned to let the daylight pass. I have become… fading echo. Comfortably gone, comfortably numb. (Guitar Solo 1 – Long, emotive, bending notes floating over the D major/B minor shift, echoing into reverb like a memory dissolving) (Verse 2 – Slightly more urgent, but still detached) Remember when the sky was wide? A fleeting spark behind your eyes. You turned to catch it, but it died, Now even questions feel like lies. The needle spins, the curtain falls, The crowd keeps screaming for the show. But inside these hollow concert halls, The only voice is letting go. (Pre-Chorus – Same as before, tension rising) You’re sinking where the memories fade, A silver thread that’s come undone. The pain is gone, the dream is made, And nothing left can reach the sun. (Chorus – Fuller, with harmonies, soaring) There is no ache, there is no light, Just velvet dark that holds you tight. The boy who chased the endless blue Has learned the art of saying goodbye. I have become… fading echo. Comfortably lost, comfortably numb. (Guitar Solo 2 – The big one: slow, emotional climb with sustained bends, weeping slides, and that classic Floyd sustain, building then gently fading like waves receding) (Final Chorus – Stripped back at first, then full band swells one last time) There is no you, there is no me, Just echoes in an empty sea. The child is grown, the wonder’s flown, And all that’s left is this release. We have become… fading echo. Comfortably numb… Comfortably numb… (Outro – Fading guitar lines, heartbeat bass, distant keys dissolving into silence)
