🎬 Intro [low drone, distant pipe tone warped + wind] There’s something in the hallway— not footsteps …something older. [snare enters, slow pulse] ⸻ 🎶 Verse 1 White breath on the staircase Ink running through the seams Someone folded all the daylight Into smaller, quieter things Static in the floorboards Salt along the frame Every room repeats a number No one taught us how to name ⸻ 🎶 Pre-Chorus Teeth mark where the thread was Hands forget the shape There’s a sound beneath the ceiling Dragging language out of place ⸻ 🎶 Chorus Black ribbon in the doorway Turning without wind Silver in the glasswork Spilling from within Candles bending sideways Smoke that won’t behave Something hums in patterns Buried in the walls we made ⸻ 🎶 Verse 2 Footsteps with no pressure Shadows out of sync Water in the marrow Writing faster than we think Windows full of breathing Mirrors out of phase Every name we ever carried Echoes differently this way ⸻ 🎶 Pre-Chorus 2 There’s a rhythm in the plaster There’s a pulse beneath the stone Every time it almost surfaces It forgets it’s not alone ⸻ 🎶 Chorus Black ribbon on the railing Looping through the air Lanterns losing color But something’s still there Voices in the margins Speaking through the grain Every little fracture Rearranging into shape ⸻ 🎸 Bridge (quiet → explode) No one says it clearly No one says it twice But it passes through the body Like a borrowed kind of light (not warmth) (not fire) —something else entirely ⸻ 🎶 FINAL CHORUS (BIG / CHAOTIC) Black ribbon in the bloodstream Threaded through the sound Every broken signal Pulling closer underground Candles split the darkness Not to make it leave Just to show the edges Of something we can’t keep ⸻ 🎬 Outro [drums drop out — just wind + low tone] It was never silence. Just— something we couldn’t hear yet.
