[Verse 1] A figure drifting through the hollow blue of night— so quiet the silence leans to listen. No footprints, only the thought of movement. [Chorus] I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. [Verse 2] I wander the thin places where walls exhale, where whispers linger long after they’re spoken. You sense me the way a dream senses fear— soft, but certain. [Chorus] I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. [Bridge] I do not stay. I am the space between your thoughts— soft, slipping, unclaimed. [Chorus] I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. I’ll be gone… gone in the dark. [Outro] A faint pulse behind your breath, a shape that refuses edges. Turn toward me, and I turn into nothing.