A World behind my Eyes

Dark cello solo, leading raw gritty breathy female vocals, ‑male vocals, ‑male voice, ‑instruments, ‑drums

[Intro – solo cello, sparse and curious, long pauses]

[Soft vocal, intimate, almost spoken]

I know the path, I know the door
to a place where I've never been.
I know how the shadows silently move –
everything is strange and close enough to touch.

[Cello slowly answers the vocal]

I gave the silence its first word,
the darkness an outline and a face.
And when I quietly step away from it,
I miss a place that doesn't even exist.

[Pre-Chorus – cello rises gently, vocal becomes more questioning]

Tell me, where does the light break?
In the world out there –
or deep inside me?

[Brief cello pause]

[Chorus – cello becomes fuller and more expressive, voice opens emotionally]

There is a world behind my eyes,
where nothing ever had to be alive.
I weep for lives that never existed,
I love what never breathed.

A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain,
a longing that completely breaks me.
There is a world behind my eyes –
and it often feels more real than the light.

[Short cello interlude – strange, hypnotic melody]

[Verse 2 – pull back, intimate and conversational]

I created a face, I lent it a word,
a story I had never known.
I thought I knew what it would say to me,
until it turned its gaze away from me.

[Voice slightly more intense]

If I created you from fragments –
why can you still surprise me?
If you exist only inside my head –
why did you change me?

[Pre-Chorus – almost whispered, cello nearly disappears]

If every thought belongs to me –
then who is watching me
while I think?

[Silence]

[Chorus – restrained at first, gradually building]

There is a world behind my eyes,
where nothing ever had to be alive.
I weep for lives that never existed,
I love what never breathed.

A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain,
a longing that completely breaks me.
There is a world behind my eyes –
and it often feels more real than the light.

[Bridge – cello becomes raw and restless, vocal starts almost spoken]

No fleeting dream, no cheap illusion –
why should what is outside matter more?

[Cello swells]

If the tear is real as it runs down my cheek:
then what does a body matter that never gave anything?

[I reach for bark, I feel the stone – voice becomes more intense]

I reach for bark, I feel the stone,
but their fate cuts deeper into my flesh.

[Building intensity]

If I experience more life in here –
who decides which world will fade in the end?

[Brief silence]

[Final Chorus – full emotional intensity, cello soaring but never orchestral]

There is a world behind my eyes,
where nothing ever had to be alive.
I weep for lives that never existed,
I love what never breathed.

A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain,
a longing that completely breaks me.
There is a world behind my eyes –
and perhaps it was always my true home.

[Music suddenly falls away]

[Outro – almost whispered, only a few isolated cello notes]

I close my eyes.

[Long pause]

The world remains.

[Long silence]

[Whispered]

Who dreams whom?

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[Intro – solo cello, sparse and curious, long pauses] [Soft vocal, intimate, almost spoken] I know the path, I know the door to a place where I've never been. I know how the shadows silently move – everything is strange and close enough to touch. [Cello slowly answers the vocal] I gave the silence its first word, the darkness an outline and a face. And when I quietly step away from it, I miss a place that doesn't even exist. [Pre-Chorus – cello rises gently, vocal becomes more questioning] Tell me, where does the light break? In the world out there – or deep inside me? [Brief cello pause] [Chorus – cello becomes fuller and more expressive, voice opens emotionally] There is a world behind my eyes, where nothing ever had to be alive. I weep for lives that never existed, I love what never breathed. A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain, a longing that completely breaks me. There is a world behind my eyes – and it often feels more real than the light. [Short cello interlude – strange, hypnotic melody] [Verse 2 – pull back, intimate and conversational] I created a face, I lent it a word, a story I had never known. I thought I knew what it would say to me, until it turned its gaze away from me. [Voice slightly more intense] If I created you from fragments – why can you still surprise me? If you exist only inside my head – why did you change me? [Pre-Chorus – almost whispered, cello nearly disappears] If every thought belongs to me – then who is watching me while I think? [Silence] [Chorus – restrained at first, gradually building] There is a world behind my eyes, where nothing ever had to be alive. I weep for lives that never existed, I love what never breathed. A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain, a longing that completely breaks me. There is a world behind my eyes – and it often feels more real than the light. [Bridge – cello becomes raw and restless, vocal starts almost spoken] No fleeting dream, no cheap illusion – why should what is outside matter more? [Cello swells] If the tear is real as it runs down my cheek: then what does a body matter that never gave anything? [I reach for bark, I feel the stone – voice becomes more intense] I reach for bark, I feel the stone, but their fate cuts deeper into my flesh. [Building intensity] If I experience more life in here – who decides which world will fade in the end? [Brief silence] [Final Chorus – full emotional intensity, cello soaring but never orchestral] There is a world behind my eyes, where nothing ever had to be alive. I weep for lives that never existed, I love what never breathed. A laugh in the darkness, a tearing pain, a longing that completely breaks me. There is a world behind my eyes – and perhaps it was always my true home. [Music suddenly falls away] [Outro – almost whispered, only a few isolated cello notes] I close my eyes. [Long pause] The world remains. [Long silence] [Whispered] Who dreams whom?

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