[Intro Shimmering, clean guitars with a "chorus" effect. A driving, 80s-inspired synth wave pulses underneath, building into a mid-tempo, groovy drum beat]
[Verse 1]
You were an architect of neon and glass,
Building monuments to a future you never intended to inhabit.
I watched you curate the light, hiding the hollow in the drywall,
While I laid my pulse across the floorboards like a live wire.
Did you love the garden, or just the way you looked standing in the gate?
Because the soil is turning over, and I don't see your fingerprints anywhere.
[Pre-Chorus- The beat gets more aggressive; a soaring synth lead rises]
You treat devotion like a dress rehearsal,
Waiting for a curtain call that was never written.
But the air is thinning out, and I’m finally catching my breath.
[Chorus- Massive, melodic hook—high, yearning vocals]
Was I a sanctuary, or just a place to hide from your own ghost?
We were paper planes in a hurricane,
And you were just waiting for the wind to fold.
Now I’m a wildfire you’ll never learn to contain,
And you’re just a shadow shivering in the rain.
It’s not my blood on the floor this time;
It’s just the ink drying on the life you left behind.
[Verse 2- The mood shifts to a "lo-fi" filtered drum beat. The vocals are rhythmic, almost spoken-word]
I used to worry that I’d dissolve without your gravity,
That I was just a moon reflecting a sun that was burning out.
But I found my own heat in the friction of your exit.
You folded our history into a fragile shape and threw it to the storm,
Expecting me to spiral down while you stayed warm.
Go ahead—be the king of your empty acre.
The silence is a crown that’s going to get heavy, very fast.
[Breakdown- sudden, jagged shift. Heavy, syncopated rhythm but keeping the melodic "spacey" atmosphere, Screamed vocals]
YOU WERE A FEVER DREAM I FINALLY WOKE UP FROM.
STAY IN THE SHALLOWS!
STAY IN THE DARK!
[Clean vocals return, layered and ethereal]
You let the wings tear, you let the sky go black.
But I’m the one who isn't looking back.
[Screamed]
THE STORM IS MINE NOW.
[Chorus- Maximum energy, double-time drums on the second half]
Was I a sanctuary, or just a place to hide from your own ghost?
We were paper planes in a hurricane,
And you were just waiting for the wind to fold.
Now I’m a wildfire you’ll never learn to contain,
And you’re just a shadow shivering in the rain.
It’s not my blood on the floor this time;
It’s just the ink drying on the life you left behind.
[D# drop tuned bass solo]
[Outro- The heavy instruments drop away, leaving a lone, pulsing synth and a distant, clean guitar]
I’m walking out of the frame.
I look better in the light you couldn't reach.
Watch the paper scatter...
It’s all you have left to keep.
Atlantica
