[0:00 - 0:35] [Intro] (A solitary detuned acoustic guitar picks a slow, minor progression) (A distant, out-of-tune upright piano plays low, desolate single notes) (Soft room ambience, slow cymbal scrape) [0:35 - 1:20] [Verse 1] (Chuchoté, voix éteinte et à bout de souffle) Three in the morning, the silence is physical now I want to erase every thought, but I don't know how The mattress is heavy, the air in this bedroom is dead A million unanswered questions expanding inside of my head I turn to the side, but there’s nobody lying by me Just shadows of people that I am no longer allowed to see [1:20 - 1:50] [Pre-Chorus] (La voix commence à se briser, le piano devient plus lourd) The clock on the wall keeps on ticking away... Stealing the minutes I didn't want anyway... I’m so sick of waiting for daylight to change into gray... [1:50 - 2:40] [Chorus] (Explosion instrumentale - Guitares distordues lentes, voix hurlée avec une douleur crue) Cold sheets, empty rooms! Living inside of these self-made tombs! No warmth in the blanket, no warmth in my chest! I am too tired to live, but I’m forbidden to rest! (Voice cracks heavily, gasp for air) [2:40 - 3:20] [Verse 2] (Retour à l'acoustique et au piano désolé, voix tremblante au bord des larmes) I scroll through the names of the people who used to care Now I’m just a ghost with a story they don't want to share The isolation is wrapping its hands round my throat A drowning man watching the rest of the world on a boat Don't ask if I'm fine, you don't actually want to know I’m just waiting for all of the final curtains to close [3:20 - 4:10] [Chorus] (Explosion maximale - Distorsion écrasante, chant déchiré par la souffrance) Cold sheets, empty rooms! Living inside of these self-made tombs! No warmth in the blanket, no warmth in my chest! I am too tired to live, but I’m forbidden to rest! [4:10 - 4:50] [Bridge] (Tempo très lent, lourd crescendo de basse et guitares distordues, voix râpeuse) The silence is screaming... The darkness is swallowing me whole... There is nothing to fix... There is nothing to make me feel whole... [4:40 - 5:25] [Outro] (Les guitares distordues s'éteignent, il ne reste que le piano lointain et la voix cassée) (Voice cracked, weeping vocal delivery) Cold sheets... Empty room... Just a tomb... (Piano hits one last cold minor note) (Fades into complete silence) [End]
