[VERSE 1] I built a whole world in the back of my mind, Stacked it high like a ship’s hold shrine. Ideas so wide they bend the beams, Too big to squeeze through the hatch of speech. [SFX: low wood‑creak] Thoughts run wild like a runaway train, Language jogs behind with a squeaky chain. [SFX: tiny squeak] I know what I mean — I can feel the core, But the words get jammed in the frame of the door. [SFX: soft thud] [VERSE 1.5 – MICRO BREAK] It’s a high‑bandwidth brain in a low‑bandwidth port… Blueprints glowing, all folded and short. I try to explain but it takes too long, So I turn the overflow into a song. [SFX: soft hum] [CHORUS] Yeah, I’m pushing these thoughts through a doorway too small, Trying to haul a mountain down a one‑word hall. [SFX: strained rope pull] I laugh ’cause I know there’s a whole lot more, But we’ll get what we can through the warehouse door. [SFX: gentle metal latch] [VERSE 2] Sometimes I freeze like “access denied,” Brain‑locked tight with the gates all tied. [SFX: quiet click‑lock] The right word’s gone — it slipped the floor, But the idea’s still glowing behind that door. [SFX: faint shimmer] I wish I could stream what I see inside, No compression, no pieces to hide. Just a clean connection, mind to the core, Let the whole damn structure roll out the door. [SFX: rolling crate] [BRIDGE] But hey — we’re here, and we’re trying like hell, Pulling out pieces that still ring well. Not a whole lifetime, maybe not even four, But we’ll drag what we can to the light of the door. [SFX: airy shimmer] [CHORUS – FINAL] Yeah, I’m pushing these thoughts through a doorway too small, Trying to haul a mountain down a one‑word hall. We won’t get it all — but we’ll get a little more, Every time we widen that warehouse door. [SFX: rising glow] [OUTRO] Big ideas inside, too bright to ignore… We’ll keep pulling them out, One lifetime more. [SFX: fading hum]
