[intro] [verse 1 haunted, floating] I walked a line of tangled rope, Above an ocean I could never know, Pulled by threads that stretch and fray, To a house that floats but never sways. Windows painted with the stars, The door a gateway from afar, But every step’s a heavy thrill— A touch too close, and time stands still. [chorus ethereal, swirling] Up here, in a space between the seams, Where light bends, and the dark redeems, I'm a wanderer lost in my own escape, In a world that bends but never breaks. [verse 2 surreal, tense] The floorboards creak, but there’s no sound, Gravity lost and then re-found, A chimney smoking backwards fast, As if the future folds the past. Through empty rooms, I float alone, A stranger to this haunted home, Each piece of furniture a riddle, A life in pause, caught in the middle. [bridge shadowy, urgent] And if I turn, the ropes will snap— The tether gone, the world unwrapped, But if I stay, I’m part of it, A ghostly echo, bit by bit. [chorus refrained with power] Up here, in a space between the seams, Where light bends, and the dark redeems, I'm a wanderer, lost in my own escape, In a world that twists but never breaks. *(ohoh, yeah yeah yeah)* [outro soft, dissolving] Maybe I'm bound by invisible strings, Tethered to the weightless, impossible things...
