[spoken word, distant] I walk through the quiet hours, where the air itself feels tired, and every sound is a memory returning from far away. [spoken word] There is a slowness here… a place where time folds into itself and asks nothing of me. [whispered] I hear a name I once knew… soft as dust, drifting in the corners of the room. [spoken word] The world moves, even when we don’t. And sometimes, standing still is the only way to hear what remains. [whispered] [spoken word] I follow the faint echo of a feeling I lost long ago. It still knows the way home. [spoken word] Every light I pass has a shadow behind it, and in that shadow lives a thought too heavy for daylight. [whispered, fading] [spoken word] Hold on… just long enough for the silence to speak. [spoken word, slow] If I could open the horizon with my hands, I would let the wind carry what I couldn’t. [whispered, close] [spoken word] Stay. Stay a little longer. [spoken word, during the final crescendo] And when the sound finally rises… let it rise for all the things we left unfinished. Let it rise for all the words we swallowed. Let it rise until the weight finally breaks into something that feels like light. [Instrumental part] [GUITAR] [GUITAR} [whispered, close] Stay. Stay a little longer. [BREAK] [CRESeNDO] [SPOKEN WORD} Stay. Stay a little longer. [RAISE VOICE] Stay. Stay a little longer. Stay. [RAISE VOICE] Stay a little longer. Stay. [EXPLODE] [NOISE] {CHAOS} [EXTEND} [ADD BASs] [SCREAM} [SUDDEN STOP]
