( Intro )
(Clean electric guitar arpeggio, slow and sad)
(Soft bass enters)
( Verse 1 )
(Soft, weary vocals)
The streetlights bleed a weak, pale gold
Across a story getting old.
This house is quiet, but my mind is loud,
Lost in the shadow of a silent crowd.
I trace the lines upon the glass,
Hoping this moment, too, will pass.
But the hollow ache behind my breast
Says I won’t find any rest.
( Pre-Chorus )
(Building tension, drums kick in)
It’s not the fall that hurts the most,
It’s the lingering memory of the ghost.
Of how you smiled, of how you stayed,
Before the promises all faded away.
( Chorus )
(Powerful, Distorted Guitars, Heavy Emotion)
Oh, this heavy heart beats a broken rhythm,
A slow, dark drumming in a deep schism.
It’s the splintered glass from the day you left,
A constant reminder of being bereft.
It’s an uninvited guest, this burning pain,
Pouring through me like a winter rain.
It’s the echo of the broken, singing low:
How much further does this heart have to go?
( Verse 2 )
(Bass heavy, steady rock groove)
I built a wall, I tried to mend,
Told myself this was the end.
Of the hurt, the tears, the silent plea,
To bring back the person you used to be.
I tear the pages, burn the notes,
But the poison clings inside my throat.
And the wound you left is deep and wide,
A scar the darkness can’t quite hide.
( Pre-Chorus )
(Intensity rising)
It’s not the fall that hurts the most,
It’s the lingering memory of the ghost.
Of how you smiled, of how you stayed,
Before the promises all faded away.
( Chorus )
(Full Energy, Epic Sound)
Oh, this heavy heart beats a broken rhythm,
A slow, dark drumming in a deep schism.
It’s the splintered glass from the day you left,
A constant reminder of being bereft.
It’s an uninvited guest, this burning pain,
Pouring through me like a winter rain.
It’s the echo of the broken, singing low:
How much further does this heart have to go?
( Bridge )
(Slow down, stripped back, very intense)
I wait for the morning, for a single ray,
To push the crushing agony away.
But the truth is cold and sharp and clear,
My sanctuary turned into my fear.
And maybe the only way to heal,
Is to accept the wound and how it feels.
( Guitar Solo )
(Soaring, emotional, mournful, high notes)
( Chorus )
(Final Climax, Maximum Volume)
It’s an uninvited guest, this burning pain!
Pouring through me like a winter rain!
How much further does this heart have to go?
( Outro )
(Slow, fading out, clean guitar returns)
How much further?
(Oh, further to go…)
The echo of the broken…
(Singing low…)
Still singing low…
The pain won’t fade…
(End with a final, lingering guitar note)