Corridor State, Act II - The Room Between

[Verse I] I learned to measure distance By the doors that wouldn’t move By the silence after answers And the shapes I couldn’t prove Every hallway changed its language Every sign became unsure So I stopped demanding endings From a path without a door [Pre-Chorus] There are places built for waiting There are names for standing still But the absence of an answer Doesn’t make the silence real [Chorus] I’m in the room between What I was and what will hold me With a fractured map beneath my feet And nothing left to owe me If the next door stays unseen I will not call this the end A threshold is still somewhere Even when the walls won’t bend [Verse II] Temporary constellations Hold their shape above the floor Little systems made of breathing Just enough to cross one more I have watched the shadows gather Every time the pathway stalled Making prisons out of pauses Making verdicts out of walls [Pre-Chorus] But a silence is not judgment And a waiting room’s not fate I can live without an answer Long enough to reach the gate [Chorus] I’m in the room between What I was and what will hold me With a fractured map beneath my feet And nothing left to owe me If the next door stays unseen I will not call this the end A threshold is still somewhere Even when the walls won’t bend [Bridge] No revelation No final sign No hand descending To redraw the lines Just one more morning One measured breath One structure standing That has not failed yet I do not need The whole design Only enough light For the next line [Breakdown] NOT EVERY PAUSE IS A COLLAPSE NOT EVERY WALL IS A COMMAND NOT EVERY SHADOW KNOWS THE PATH NOT EVERY DOOR REQUIRES A PLAN [Final Chorus] I’m in the room between And the room is not forever I can carry what remains of me Without holding it together If the next door stays unseen I will leave the ending open There are roads that only form beneath The weight of something moving I’m in the room between Neither buried nor delivered And if all I have is one more step I’ll make the corridor remember. [Outro] No map. No verdict. No final room. Only the next threshold coming into view.