[Intro]
Whispers clock the room I cannot see; a heartbeat in a shadow’s crease.
The body recalls what the mind forgets, a map that never finds release.
[Verse 1]
I walk through mirrors, pale and thin, where doors repeat my name in rain.
A hand that isn’t there taps at my skin, stitching yesterday onto today’s strain.
[Pre-Chorus]
Fragments drift like ash in wind, shapes that pretend to be my own,
I reach for warmth in a cold, loud night, and hear the echo of a bone.
[Chorus]
Phantom streets inside my chest, I’m choosing whether to believe or forget,
Reality fractures into tender light, and I breathe the hurt I haven’t yet met.
Hold me while the room tilts again, until the noise becomes a friendly hum,
I am still here, though the map dissolves; I’m learning how to walk with all of me numb.
[Verse 2]
Memory loops on a cracked cinema reel, faces blur into a tide I cannot name.
The mind repairs with ragged, patient hands, while silence files away the flame.
[Pre-Chorus]
Ghosts of touch reassemble in the air, stitching echoes into skin,
I press against the storm to feel real again, and let the soft ache sink in.
[Chorus]
Phantom streets inside my chest, I’m choosing whether to believe or forget,
Reality fractures into tender light, and I breathe the hurt I haven’t yet met.
Hold me while the room tilts again, until the noise becomes a friendly hum,
I am still here, though the map dissolves; I’m learning how to walk with all of me numb.
[Bridge]
A lullaby of clocks unwinding slow, a pulse that teaches me to bend,
I’ll carry these fractures like constellations, a guide in the dark that won’t end.
[Chorus]
Phantom streets inside my chest, I’m choosing whether to believe or forget,
Reality fractures into tender light, and I breathe the hurt I haven’t yet met.
Hold me while the room tilts again, until the noise becomes a friendly hum,
I am still here, though the map dissolves; I’m learning how to walk with all of me numb.
[Outro]
If dawn allows a softer coast, I’ll wake with both hands full of dawn’s breath,
And learn to love the broken pieces that return when I let hope mend.
