[Intro – Instrumental] (reverb-washed synth pad, vending machine hum, distant mall PA) [Verse 1] Lights above, they flicker slow Plastic floors with nowhere to go A half-full cart, a silent lane Tuesday night feels just the same [Pre-Chorus] Shelves are lined but no one sees Bestsellers lost in memories [Chorus] No more brands No glowing signs Just echo walls And closing time I drift beneath The ceiling’s hum A quiet world That comes undone [Verse 2] Voices soft by empty trays Screens reflect forgotten days Footsteps fade in sliding glass Moments blur, then never last [Pre-Chorus 2] Escalators speak in tones That only reach the ones alone [Chorus – Full Overdubs] No loud crowds No fashion light Just food court dreams And paper nights The neon hum Still wraps around But nothing moves And nothing’s found [Bridge – Atmospheric Layering] *(layered vocal harmonies: “ahh… ooh…”) *(PA voice: “This facility will close shortly…”) (melodic synth interlude with escalator rhythm) [Final Chorus – Soft and Distant] No more rush No place to be Just passing ghosts And flickering screens The doors stay wide But hearts stay shut A drifting sound And then — it’s cut [Outro – Instrumental Fade] (distant footsteps, fluorescent buzz, automatic doors closing with hiss)
