[Intro] (Heavy vinyl crackle, a slow looping piano sample that sounds degraded and warped) (A deep, trembling breath, echoing into silence) [Verse 1] The calendar stopped on a Tuesday in rain Now I'm haunting these hallways, rehearsing the pain A house built for two, just a hollow estate Where the clocks are all frozen, and I'm always late I look at my hands, but they feel like a ghost's Raising a glass to the things we lost most The dust in the sunlight is all that remains Of the love that used to rush hot in my veins [Chorus] Take a look in this shattered heart Watch the lost futures falling apart Itβs a cinema screen playing tapes of the past Where the colors bleed out and the shadows are cast Can you hear how it aches in the static and hiss? The ghost of a life that I'll forever miss Oh, I'm crying for timelines that never will start... A tearful glimpse inside a shattered heart [Verse 2] (A detuned acoustic guitar enters, playing a mournful, repetitive riff) I dial your old number, just listening to tone A frequency crying, so deeply alone The memory of you is a degrading track I keep hitting rewind, but you're not coming back Your voice in my head is a spectral delay Slipping like water, just washing away Iβm trapped in the echo of what we could be A sunken ship drowning at the bottom of the sea [Chorus] Take a look in this shattered heart Watch the lost futures falling apart Itβs a cinema screen playing tapes of the past Where the colors bleed out and the shadows are cast Can you hear how it aches in the static and hiss? The ghost of a life that I'll forever miss Oh, I'm crying for timelines that never will start... A tearful glimpse inside a shattered heart [Bridge] (The beat drops out, replaced by a swelling, melancholic synth drone and the muffled sound of falling rain) And the tears blur the lens, and the film starts to burn There is no going back, there is nowhere to turn I am carrying the weight of a world that is dead Just a museum of sorrow inside of my head! (Vocals crack with raw, unfiltered emotion) Why does the phantom limb ache so completely? Why does your memory still ruin me sweetly? [Outro] (The music slowly degrades, the pitch bending downward like a dying tape machine) Just static... Just shadows... A future we lost... (Soft weeping, fading into hollow room tone) Look inside... (Click. The tape stops.)
