The Cold Spot

Tempo: Slow, atmospheric buildup into a driving, rhythmic pulse

Verse 1
Park the van where the pavement ends
Where the iron gate rusts and the willow bends
We’ve got the spirit box chirping in the static air
Looking for a shadow that shouldn’t be there
Check the EMF, watch the lights go red
There’s a heavy kind of silence when you’re walking with the dead.
Pre-Chorus
Did you feel that?
The mercury is dropping through the floor
A sudden breath of winter
Right behind the cellar door.

Chorus
We’re chasing echoes in the insulation
Listening for a heartbeat, a lost vibration
Between the "yes" and the "no" on the wooden board
We’re hunting for the secrets that the floorboards hoard
In the gray-scale world where the light turns thin
Is anybody there? Can we let you in?

Verse 2
Dust motes dancing in a green laser grid
Keep the camera rolling on the things they hid
A nursery rhyme on a music box crank
A name scratched deep in a basement tank
"Knock once for 'stay,' knock twice for 'go'"
But the EVP is screaming what we already know.

Bridge
(Instrumental break: Distorted radio frequencies and heavy bass)

It’s not a haunting, it’s a loop of time
A broken record or a silent crime
Are we the hunters, or the ones being traced?
Just ghosts in the making, taking up space.

Chorus
We’re chasing echoes in the insulation
Listening for a heartbeat, a lost vibration
Between the "yes" and the "no" on the wooden board
We’re hunting for the secrets that the floorboards hoard
In the gray-scale world where the light turns thin
Is anybody there? Can we let you in?

Outro

(Whispered)
The batteries are drained...
The thermal’s gone dark...
Did you see the shadow?
Did you hear the spark?
(Fade out with the sound of a digital recorder clicking off)

Dark Indie Rock / Synth-Wave, nu meral, hard rock