(Music begins with a low, pulsing synth and a slow, distorted beat, like a heartbeat underwater. Vocals are soft, almost a whisper.)
(Verse 1)
Sunken spires, twisted steel
A silent hum is all I feel
The old stone roads are now a stream
Echoes of a broken dream.
(The vocal tone stays low and breathy, almost a hum, but with a slight hint of melancholic melody. The music adds a simple, clean piano riff that feels distant and watery.)
(Pre-Chorus)
I walk on glass where gardens grew
A ghostly light, a faded hue
The air is thick, a heavy veil
Another page from a drowned tale
(Vocals lift slightly, adding a touch more volume, but still staying in the low, intimate range. The synth note from the beginning becomes more pronounced, creating a sense of growing unease.)
(Chorus)
(Music swells dramatically, a sudden rush of sound like a wave crashing. The bass hits hard, and the drums become more aggressive. The vocals shift into a higher, almost soaring register, full of power and emotion.)
The city sleeps beneath the gray
Washed out fears of yesterday
The phantom bells no longer chime
Trapped in a liquid world of time
Lost to the currents, cold and deep
Secrets that the waters keep
The lonely echoes of the tide
No place left for me to hide
(The music drops back down just as quickly, returning to the low, pulsing synth. The vocals immediately become soft again, almost a sigh.)
(Verse 2)
Shadows drift, a silent dance
In this half-life, this half-trance
The rusted gates, a forgotten key
Just ghosts of what used to be
(The vocals are soft and close, a return to the quiet intimacy of the first verse. The piano returns, more prominent this time, weaving a sadder melody.)
(Pre-Chorus)
The river runs where churches stood
An endless ache misunderstood
A single lamp, a fading gleam
Another page from a drowned dream
(Vocals rise again, mirroring the earlier pre-chorus. The synth builds again, a sense of building tension.)
(Chorus)
(Music and vocals swell again, this time even more intensely. The drums are pounding, the synth is screaming, and the vocals are at their peak, powerful and full of a desperate sadness.)
The city sleeps beneath the gray
Washed out fears of yesterday
The phantom bells no longer chime
Trapped in a liquid world of time
Lost to the currents, cold and deep
Secrets that the waters keep
The lonely echoes of the tide
No place left for me to hide
(The music and vocals abruptly cut off. A single, high synth note hangs in the air, slowly fading out. After a few seconds, the low, pulsing synth returns, but it's slower now, more exhausted.)
(Outro)
(Vocals are a fragile whisper, almost just breath.)
Still dreaming...
Of the sun...
Of what's to come...
Until there's none.
(The final words are barely audible. The low synth fades completely, leaving only a faint sound of static, like radio silence, before cutting out completely.)
