(Intro) [Instrumental: Shimmering, delayed electric guitar arpeggios. Soft pad swells. A gentle, minimal beat fades in.] (Verse 1) [Vocal: Soft, airy] We’re sitting in this café, cups of coffee in our hands, You talk about vacations, changing jobs and weekend plans. I nod in all the right places, smile at all the cues, But I’m watching different headlines, different, hidden news. Your laughter fills the room, but it sounds so far away, Like echoes from a life I left another day. I’m here beside you, but I live in other scenes, Between the lines, behind the cracks, beneath the powder sheen. (Pre-Chorus) [Vocal: Slightly more intense, still fragile] There’s no big fight, no lightning in the sky, Just a quiet gap that widens every time we try. (Chorus) [Vocal: Melancholic, floating, with more backing pads] We’re a million miles apart, though we share the same air, You’re living in a picture I can no longer wear. I speak a different language that you don’t want to learn, So I keep my stories silent and just watch the planet turn. A million miles apart, in one small, crowded room, You chase away the shadows I’ve grown used to in the gloom. (Verse 2) [Vocal: Still soft, etwas verletzter] I found a few who see the cracks, who read between the frames, But out here in the open, I don’t dare to share those names. You say you want the truth, but only if it doesn’t scrape, If it leaves your fragile comfort in its perfect shape. So we keep talking weather, gossip, daily tides, While I can feel the tidal wave behind your easy smiles. I raise my cup and drink down all the words I’d like to say, They burn like quiet acid as they slowly fade away. (Instrumental Interlude) [Instrumental: Guitar line becomes a bit more melodic, synth pads swell, drums keep a soft, hypnotic pulse.] (Bridge) [Vocal: Very intimate, almost whispered] I don’t hate you for not seeing what I see, But it builds a glass wall between you and me. I’m not a saint, not wiser than the rest, Just cursed to see the worm beneath the beautiful nest. (Chorus) [Vocal: Fuller, more emotional] We’re a million miles apart, though we share the same air, You’re living in a picture I can no longer wear. I speak a different language that you don’t want to learn, So I keep my stories silent and just watch the planet turn. A million miles apart, in one small, crowded room, You chase away the shadows I’ve grown used to in the gloom. (Outro) [Instrumental: Guitars and pads slowly thin out, leaving just the main arpeggio and bass.] [Vocal: Fading whisper] So close… So far…
