[Intro] [piano: soft, slightly out of tune, like a bar upright after midnight] [room tone: faint crowd memory, distant glass clink] [vocal: hum, barely formed notes, almost thinking aloud] ⸻ [Verse 1] Words don’t stay with me no more They fall out my mouth like broken glass I heard a bird outside my window Turn morning into a past I saw that look inside your eyes Like truth just gave up trying to stay clean And everything I thought I knew about us Got swallowed by what it means ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] [piano rises slightly, left hand heavier, tension building] I don’t write it, it writes me down Like a name I forgot I had Something sitting in my chest so heavy But it still feels kinda sad ⸻ [Chorus] [drums enter: soft brushed kit, slow heartbeat pulse] Then the thought became a song Rough as a bar at closing time Like a prayer that lost its church doors But still wants to be divine Then the thought became a song And it won’t let me walk away It don’t ask permission, it just shows up And stays ⸻ [Verse 2] [guitar: muted blues picking, slightly delayed reverb tail] The church bells sound like tired men Just ringing what they can’t undo The choir sounds like they’ve been crying But they’re still pushing through Wind hits hard through empty streets Like it knows what I won’t say out loud And every leaf that hits the pavement Sounds like a falling crowd ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] [piano + bass deepen, subtle emotional lift] I don’t chase it, it drags me in Like a coat in a winter storm I swear the whole damn world is singing But I can’t tell what from ⸻ [Chorus] [fuller mix, still restrained, no big pop lift] Then the thought became a song All cracked up, but still alive Like a prayer with a busted voice box Still trying to survive Then the thought became a song And I can’t shut it down or hide It wasn’t ever really mine It just moved in my life ⸻ [Bridge] [instrument drop: piano + faint organ pad only] [vocal: almost spoken, close and fragile] Maybe I’m just a hollow room Where old love still echoes loud Maybe every broken heartbeat Is just learning how to sound Maybe love ain’t something you hold Maybe it’s something you lose And grief is just a slow guitar That don’t know when to refuse ⸻ [Final Verse] [reverb slightly increases, like memory expanding] The ocean hit my ankles cold Like it knew what I came for here I reached down just to feel something But it turned into a tear Every goodbye I never said right Every kiss I let slip through Every ghost still sitting next to me Still humming you ⸻ [Final Chorus] [drums return softer, more distant, like fading heartbeat] Then the thought became a song And it crawled up through my bones Like I wasn’t even living Just a radio alone Then the thought became a song And it carried me too far Now words don’t belong to me no more… They belong to my scars ⸻ [Outro] [piano: slow decay, notes spaced further apart] [vocal: humming last melodic fragment, barely audible] [room tone grows louder than music] [final sound: single piano note lingering into silence]
