[Intro – soft drones, distant prepared-dulcimer plucks] [Verse 1] The hallway bends, the floor grows thin, you take a step, then fall within. The walls lean back as if they breathe, the ground unhooks from underneath. He walks ahead, his shadow slow— the world tilts down where he will go. [Pre-Chorus] No doors, no turn, just shifting time. [Chorus] Man in the turning hallway, why don’t you look behind? Man in the turning hallway, the ceiling rewinds. Every step you’re taking falls out of line— man in the turning hallway, caught in the spine of time. [Verse 2] Your heartbeat drifts, the air grows cold, your name feels new, your voice feels old. The carpet folds like broken skin, the lights hum low, then dim again. He never stops, he never speaks— he’s caught between the rise and peaks. [Pre-Chorus] No ground to trust, no place to land. [Chorus] Man in the turning hallway, why don’t you look behind? Man in the turning hallway, the ceiling rewinds. Every step you’re taking falls out of line— man in the turning hallway, caught in the spine of time. [Bridge – whispered, with off-key dulcimer hits] Down becomes above, above becomes below. Forward feels like falling, falling feels like snow. Sideways turns to silence, silence shifts to grey— you lose the world around you each time he walks away. [Final Chorus – softer, slow collapse] Man in the turning hallway, why don’t you look behind? Man in the turning hallway, the ceiling rewinds. Every breath you’re holding is no longer mine— man in the turning hallway, caught in the spine of time. [Outro – fading plucks, detuned] Again… again… again…
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