[Minimal drum loop, detuned guitar, whisper-sung melody, reverb tail vocals] [Verse 1] He counts the seats before the show, Old projector starts to glow. Two kids kiss in the second row, Soundtrack skips, they don’t know. Ticket stub in a coffee can, Dreams of Hollywood and a broken fan. He mouths the lines before they speak, Flickers dancing on his cheek. [Spoken Interlude – over static] “Don’t rewind. Just let it burn through.” [Refrain – hushed unison] Late shift cinema, 2 a.m. run, Ghosts on the screen where the credits come. Late shift cinema, faces fade, Black and white never felt so grey. [Bridge – instrumental guitar delay] Popcorn snow, melted dreams, Reels spin slow in silver seams. [Refrain – reprise] Late shift cinema, 2 a.m. run, Ghosts on the screen where the credits come. Late shift cinema, stay inside, Nobody leaves till the lights decide. [Outro – projector click → silence]
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