Maybe you just have to…

Experimental ballad with crowd noises fades into closely mic’d electric guitar arpeggios and sparse melodic bass, framing intimate verses led by raw, powerful female vocals, Mid-song, the band exits, leaving minimal bass and ambient guitar textures in dialogue, Indie sensibilities guide shifting, reflective dynamics throughout

[Verse 1] The bass hits my chest, but it doesn't move me. A sea of arms in the air and I'm in here, with this stubborn silence, that only asks… why. Why this noise and why this wound. [Verse 2] The sun goes down, it's old gold, over their heads. Beauty is almost an insult when inside you're searching for… Something. There has to be something good. Some kind of proof. No matter how small. [Chorus] [The music opens up a little. The drums enter with a simple beat, almost a pulse. The voice cracks a little] And the faces are ghosts of others I have seen, with pain sewn into their bones, carrying the weight of their lives. And I wonder if I'm doing something wrong, if this is where I belong, if I'm just another specter at the party. [Bridge] But my skin prickles. And this air I'm breathing is real. And this beer in my hand is cold. And if they are ghosts, they are thirsty. And if I'm a ghost, I have hands. I have these two hands. [Outro] There has to be something. There's something I can do. I don't know. Maybe you don't have to stop the noise. Maybe you don't have to understand the evil. Maybe you just have to… ask the person next to you if they're okay. I guess this is how you start. Maybe you just have to… ask the person next to you if they're okay. I guess this is how you start.

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