Verse 1 She steps into the quiet, where the floor hums without sound. No blood, only echoes— a map the ache keeps redrawing. Pre-Chorus She wonders if the pulse was ever hers to hold. The silence sets the tempo, but the silence has no name. Chorus We are moving with shadows, to a rhythm not our own. Sometimes it lifts us gently, sometimes it drags us low. Steps we never asked for, melodies we can’t choose— in the hush between the beats, we are dancers and the bruise. Verse 2 Her reflection drifts beside her, a borrowed breath, untrue. The mirror hums a stranger’s song, and she sways to follow through. Pre-Chorus She wonders if the music was written out of reach. If the chords were always broken, or just meant to teach. Chorus We are moving with shadows, to a rhythm not our own. Sometimes it lifts us gently, sometimes it drags us low. Steps we never asked for, melodies we can’t choose— in the hush between the beats, we are dancers and the bruise. Bridge Every scar a metronome, keeping time we never knew. If the heart limps with the rhythm, maybe love limps too. Final Chorus (crescendo) We are moving with shadows, they know every chord. We thought we wrote the verses, but the chorus isn’t ours. Steps we never asked for, melodies we can’t choose— yet we move, and we move, in the music we can’t refuse. We are moving with shadows, their hands along our spine, pulling us closer to the edge of the line. Still we spin, still we break, in the silence they make— until the floor falls quiet, and leaves us wide awake. Outro A song in the dark, a breath in the hush. The body keeps moving, though it never chose the touch.
