White Hall Pictures

[Intro] [distorted guitar riff, syncopated drums] [melodic lead guitar enters] [Verse 1] [clean electric guitar with delay, bass and drums drop out] This room is the end of a long white hall Where the pictures are blank and the shadows are tall Where all building houses we'll never reside in Counting the secrets we're still justifying [bass and drums enter, palm-muted distorted guitar] The air is a weight that we've learned how to wear A ghost in the corner that's no longer there Watching the glass Waiting to pass Holding a breath [Chorus] [full band, driving distorted guitars] And I'm just a witness to the life I didn't lead Planting the garden but never the seed It's been a long time since I felt the flame I'm just a body in search of a name Yeah, we're all just anchors at the bottom of the deep Keeping the promises we weren't meant to keep [Instrumental Break] [melodic guitar lead, double-kick drum pattern] [Verse 2] [palm-muted guitar, driving bass] The clock is a rhythm we don't have to follow The words that we speak are increasingly hollow A painting that cracks to pretend it's all whole Trading the truth for a little control But the night is a mirror that doesn't tell lies It shows us the strangers behind our own eyes Is it real? Or is it just the shape of the dark? Is it real? Or just a phantom spark? [Chorus] [full band, aggressive delivery] And I'm just a witness to the life I didn't lead Planting the garden but never the seed Where we're all just anchors at the bottom of the deep Keeping the promises we weren't meant to keep [Bridge] [half-time feel, sustained guitar chords] Still waiting, still weightless Sun for the dead [Outro] [clean guitar arpeggio, fading reverb] [Instrumental]