[Intro – low bassline fades in; mechanical drum pattern starts, slow and deliberate; reverb-soaked guitar strikes sparse chords; faint ambient hiss fills space] [Verse 1 – vocals low, detached; bass and drums rigid, steady rhythm; guitar distant] We speak in patterns, out of time Each word rehearsed, each silence fine Your eyes recall what mine forget The shape remains, the feeling left [Instrumental cue – brief guitar echo stretches, then returns to stillness] [Verse 2 – vocals steady, tone restrained; bassline dominant, drums tight] The room still hums from what we were A fading sound I still prefer Your hand near mine, a ghost of care We’re here, but neither’s really there [Instrumental passage – guitar repeats single phrase, bass continues unwavering pulse] [Chorus – voice deepens slightly; guitar brightens with distant shimmer; percussion unchanged] All we keep is distance worn All we give is softly torn Love became the quiet frame Holding what it couldn’t name [Bridge – instrumental; bass sustains; guitar floats in delay; drum machine thins to clicks] [Ambient noise rises like slow breath; faint vocal hum buried in reverb] [Final Verse – half-spoken, near whisper; minimal accompaniment] I see you now the way I should A shadow cast where something stood No rage, no plea, no need to prove Only the echo of what we lose [Outro – drums stop; bass lingers one final note; guitar fades into long reverb tail; silence resumes]
