Spinning Through a Hallway (version 2)

post-punk, garage rock revival, alternative rock

(Pre-Chorus)
It’s a low hum, a frequency only I can hear
A static signal screaming in my ear
That the bridge is out, the map is torn
And the storm is coming before the morning is born.

(Chorus)
And I’m sprinting through a hallway that never ends
Waiting for the breaking point to finally bend
It’s a landslide of 'what ifs' and 'maybe nots'
Tying my sanity into nautical knots
Give me a reason to stop the spin
Before the future lets the panic in.

(Verse 2)
I’ve got a suitcase packed for a trip to Nowhere
Filled with things I forgot how to lose
I’m playing a game of chess with a ghost in the mirror
And I’m losing every single move
The horizon is shifting, it’s a sleight of the hand
A shimmering trick of the light
And I’m building a fortress on a foundation of sand
In the middle of a permanent night.

(Pre-Chorus)
It’s a low hum, a frequency only I can hear
A static signal screaming in my ear
That the ink is wet, the page is blank
And the ship is sinking while we’re cheering on the plank.

(Bridge)
(Slow build, heavy drums)
Do I step forward and trip on the wire?
Do I stand still while the garden catches fire?
It’s a hunger, it’s a hollow, it’s a ringing in the bone
A crowded room where I’m screaming alone
(Screamed/High energy)
JUST GIVE ME ONE SECOND WHERE THE FLOOR DOESN'T SHAKE
ONE SINGLE BREATH THAT ISN'T A MISTAKE!

(Guitar Solo - Chaotic, dissonant, then resolving into a heavy, driving riff)

(Outro)
(Tempo slows down, gritty guitar)
The clock is still counting.
The ceiling is dry.
But the wind is picking up...
Yeah, the wind is picking up.
(Sudden stop)
Wait.
Did you hear that?

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(Verse 1) The clock on the wall is counting backward now And the ceiling is starting to sweat I’ve been sketching the blueprints for a house made of glass Just to watch where the hairline fractures set I’m counting the exits in a room with no doors Calculating the weight of the air And I’m holding my breath till my lungs turn to stone Just to see if the silence is there. (Pre-Chorus) It’s a low hum, a frequency only I can hear A static signal screaming in my ear That the bridge is out, the map is torn And the storm is coming before the morning is born. (Chorus) And I’m sprinting through a hallway that never ends Waiting for the breaking point to finally bend It’s a landslide of 'what ifs' and 'maybe nots' Tying my sanity into nautical knots Give me a reason to stop the spin Before the future lets the panic in. (Verse 2) I’ve got a suitcase packed for a trip to Nowhere Filled with things I forgot how to lose I’m playing a game of chess with a ghost in the mirror And I’m losing every single move The horizon is shifting, it’s a sleight of the hand A shimmering trick of the light And I’m building a fortress on a foundation of sand In the middle of a permanent night. (Pre-Chorus) It’s a low hum, a frequency only I can hear A static signal screaming in my ear That the ink is wet, the page is blank And the ship is sinking while we’re cheering on the plank. (Chorus) And I’m sprinting through a hallway that never ends Waiting for the breaking point to finally bend It’s a landslide of 'what ifs' and 'maybe nots' Tying my sanity into nautical knots Give me a reason to stop the spin Before the future lets the panic in. (Bridge) (Slow build, heavy drums) Do I step forward and trip on the wire? Do I stand still while the garden catches fire? It’s a hunger, it’s a hollow, it’s a ringing in the bone A crowded room where I’m screaming alone (Screamed/High energy) JUST GIVE ME ONE SECOND WHERE THE FLOOR DOESN'T SHAKE ONE SINGLE BREATH THAT ISN'T A MISTAKE! (Guitar Solo - Chaotic, dissonant, then resolving into a heavy, driving riff) (Chorus) And I’m sprinting through a hallway that never ends Waiting for the breaking point to finally bend It’s a landslide of 'what ifs' and 'maybe nots' Tying my sanity into nautical knots Give me a reason to stop the spin Before the future lets the panic in. (Outro) (Tempo slows down, gritty guitar) The clock is still counting. The ceiling is dry. But the wind is picking up... Yeah, the wind is picking up. (Sudden stop) Wait. Did you hear that?

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