The Hotel Wants Our Son

[Verse 1]
Off-season silence
Empty halls
Three suitcases
Two room keys
You say it's work
You say it's nothing
But the doors all breathe like they're asleep
Snow is building on the windows
Static hum behind the walls
Our boy keeps staring at the corners
Says the building wants to talk
[Chorus]
The hotel wants our son
It keeps calling when we're alone
Through your hands
Through your eyes
It keeps scratching at the bone
The hotel wants our son
Hear it whisper through your tongue
If I lose you to these walls
I will tear them stone by stone
[Verse 2]
You laugh it off at breakfast
Jokes about the empty bar
But you flinch at every distant footstep
Swear you never went that far
He wakes up with someone else's stories
Names carved into his skin
You say it's just his wild mind
But the mirrors wear your grin
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] You walk the halls at 3 a.m
Talking to the dust
Like trusted friends
He hides his drawings in the vents
Red doors
Red stairs
Red carpeted end
[crescendo] You say
"This place will take care of us"
But your voice comes out in echoes
If it tries to turn your love to rust
I'll drag you bleeding from its shadow
[Chorus]

rock, Dark alt-rock with male vocals; taut, stalking verses over palm-muted guitars and a pulsing bass drone, drums in a tight mid-tempo march. Chorus explodes with wide distorted power chords, octave leads, and stacked harmonies. Bridge drops to near a cappella over toms and eerily detuned keys before a final, crushing chorus and feedback-soaked outro.