[Verse 1] Midnight shadows on the hardwood floor Trace the silent patterns by the bedroom door Ticking clocks measure out the standard space Searching for a meaning in a quiet place Fretless notes bend underneath the steady frame Every subtle answer seems to sound the same [Pre-Chorus] Is it something in the wiring? Is it something in the static air? Looking into silver mirrors Finding only open questions there [Chorus] Wandering through the inner maze Counting up the golden days Clear light breaking in the dark Finding truth inside the spark Hold the pulse and let it rise Underneath the midnight skies [Verse 2] Counting hours while the low synth hums Pacing back and forth until the morning comes Complex rhythms driving through the dynamic room Sitar textures rising out of shifting gloom Every whisper echo carries weight inside Nowhere left for honest thoughts to hide [Pre-Chorus] Is it something in the wiring? Is it something in the static air? Looking into silver mirrors Finding only open questions there [Chorus] Wandering through the inner maze Counting up the golden days Clear light breaking in the dark Finding truth inside the spark Hold the pulse and let it rise Underneath the midnight skies [Bridge] Bass pulse steady in the void Conversations with the noise Stripped down to the single core Knowing what was sought before Building up the dynamic wall Ready for the final call [Chorus] Wandering through the inner maze Counting up the golden days Clear light breaking in the dark Finding truth inside the spark Hold the pulse and let it rise Underneath the midnight skies [Outro] Echoes drift into the night Turning toward the morning light Still inside the quiet frame Nothing stays the same
