(Verse 1) The streetlights flicker in a hollow grey And the maps I drew have all faded away I’m standing where the gravel splits in three But the air is thick, and I can’t even see my feet I try to breathe, try to find a sign But there’s a static hum running down my spine. (Chorus) I’m at the crossroads, looking for a door But I can’t remember what I’m searching for My thoughts are like a ceiling made of clouds The silence in my head is getting way too loud One step forward feels like spinning ‘round I’m waiting for the fog to hit the ground. (Verse 2) The shadows stretch and pull at my sleeves Is it the wind or a ghost that never leaves? They say follow your heart, it knows the track But my heart is a compass with a heavy crack The "right" way feels like a heavy weight And the "wrong" way looks like an open gate. (Bridge) Is it a storm rolling in or just my mind? Leaving every version of myself behind I want to run, I want to stand still I’m fighting against a ghost-white hill Just one spark, just a sliver of blue To tell me which version of the dream is true. (Chorus) Yeah, I’m at the crossroads, looking for a door But I can’t remember what I’m searching for My thoughts are like a ceiling made of clouds The silence in my head is getting way too loud One step forward feels like spinning ‘round I’m waiting for the fog to hit the ground. (Outro) Just waiting for the haze to break For the sake of any choice I make Left or right... or stay right here? Waiting for the sky to clear. (Fade out with the sound of wind and a soft acoustic strum)
