[Intro: whispered, intimate] Hmm... I built it... [Verse 1] I pour my past like wine into these walls, Mortar of hours that never dried. The windows don't look out, they look in, Where all my ghosts learned how to hide. My clocks are rusted roses, Petals falling backwards into spring. I drink the water from their vases, And it still tastes like everything. [Pre-Chorus] No doors, no keys, no visitors, Just echoes that I keep. [Chorus] I have my own world, Where I drown in the past. An ocean with no surface, Where first breath is my last. I wear my memories like wet silk, Heavy, cold and beautiful. I sink like a saint in honey, Slow, golden, and dutiful. [Verse 2] My calendar is a paper sea, I fold each date into a boat. I watch them sail and sink and sail, I am the storm, I am the throat. [Breakdown: whispered close] Hold me under, holy water, Let me stay where time is slower. Every kiss is an anchor, Every year a little lower. [Chorus - deeper, powerful] I have my own world, Where I drown in the past. No need to be rescued, The wreckage holds me fast. I am both the diver and the deep, The prison and the key. The past isn't behind me, The past is inside me. [Outro: whispered, fading] I built a house... And I learned to breathe beneath the sea.
