[Intro] (Atmospheric synth pads, slow and spacious) (Soft, breathy vocals) Tell me why we’re still here. Tell me what we’re doing. [Verse 1] (Minimalist production, just a simple guitar pluck or synth chime) We’re sitting close, but the distance is wide Nowhere to run, nowhere left to h-h-hide I look at you and I see a stranger’s face Two ghosts haunting the same empty place The conversation died an hour ago But neither one of us is letting g-g-go. [Pre-Chorus] (Snapping fingers, beat begins to build) Is it the habit? Is it the fear? Of waking up and not finding you here? We’re painting over the rust and the dust Mistaking the panic for something like trust. [Chorus] (Big, soaring vocals—very melodic) Are we holding on tight to a hollow wire? Faking the flame, faking the fire? We say it’s love, but we’re missing the mark Maybe we’re just scared of the dark (Pause for impact) Scared of the silence. [Drop] (Massive Future Bass drop. Heavy wobbling synths and vocal chops) (Vocal Chops: Oh-oh-oh-Scared-of-the-silence) (Heavy Kick Drum rhythms) (Vocal Chops: Eh-eh-eh-Hollow-wire) (Melodic Synth Lead) [Verse 2] (Beat returns, soft electronic kick) I try to leave but my feet are like lead Listening to the words that we never s-s-said It’s safer to stay in the mess that we know Than step outside into the rain and the snow Comfort is a liar, keepin’ us blind Trapped in a loop that we can’t un-wind. [Pre-Chorus] (Snapping fingers, percussion gets faster) Is it the habit? Is it the fear? Of waking up and not finding you here? We’re painting over the rust and the dust Mistaking the panic for something like trust. [Chorus] (Maximum emotion) Are we holding on tight to a hollow wire? Faking the flame, faking the fire? We say it’s love, but we’re missing the mark Maybe we’re just scared of the dark (Pause for impact) Scared of the silence. [Drop] (Explosive energy, heavy side-chained bass) (Vocal Chops: Oh-oh-oh-Scared-of-the-silence) (Synth wubs: Wub-wub-wub-wub) (Vocal Chops: Eh-eh-eh-Hollow-wire) [Bridge] (Music strips back to orchestral strings or a pad) If I let go... Would you even f-f-fall? Or are we just pictures hanging on a wall? (Build up with snare roll) I need to feel something real. I need to feel something REAL! [Final Chorus] (Full production, ad-libs soaring over the top) Are we holding on tight to a hollow wire? Faking the flame, faking the fire? We say it’s love, but we’re missing the mark Maybe we’re just scared of the dark Scared of the silence. [Outro] (Fading out with the vocal chops) Scared of the silence. Hollow. (Spoken whisper) Let go.
