[Intro] (Steady, dry drum loop establishes a groove) (Deep, round bassline enters) (Clean electric guitar plays a repetitive, bluesy lick) [Verse 1] (Vocals are close to the mic, calm and conversational) I cut the wire to the noisy street Just me and the rhythm of my own two feet Headphones on, world blocked out Forgot what the yelling was all about Sunday morning and the house is still Just a stack of books on the window sill Curled up tight in the easy chair Breathing in the empty air [Chorus] (Harmonies add a slight haunting texture) It’s a velvet cage, it’s a soft design I drew the circle and I stayed inside Now the door is locked from the inner side Safe from the noise, but buried alive Yeah, I’m safe from the noise, but I’m buried alive [Verse 2] (Bass rhythm drives harder) Saw a photo of you on the coast today Bags are packed and you flew away I wanted that, but I stayed behind To guard the peace that I tried to find Now I’ve lost the knack of the easy talk Just a silent shadow on the sidewalk I let the muscle turn to rust Now the friendship turns to dust [Bridge] (Music strips back to just kick drum and guitar) It’s easy to stay. It’s work to leave. Solitude is a drug. That makes you believe... You don't need anyone. (Snare drum snaps back in) [Chorus] It’s a velvet cage, it’s a soft design I drew the circle and I stayed inside Now the door is locked from the inner side Safe from the noise, but buried alive Yeah, I’m safe from the noise, but I’m buried alive [Outro] (Repetitive, hypnotic groove) (Guitar solo, slow and moody) Buried alive in the comfort. I’m safe here. (Too safe here). Just me and the walls. (Fade Out) [End]
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