bass pulse

[Intro] (bass pulse, city noise, rain, minimal beat) [Verse 1] We split apart like trains on separate tracks, You walked into the light, I stayed in the shadows, it sticks. The air here feels different, even the city hums a new tone, It whispers softly, “You’re just someone who passed, long gone.” [Pre-Chorus] (hi-hat rolls, tension rising, drums speed up slightly) Hold my breath, hold my breath — no words are needed now, The silence speaks louder than any vow. [Chorus] I’m standing here, and this neon stabs right through my eyes, Pretending I’m fine is getting harder, I can’t disguise. You’re just a shadow on the wet asphalt now, nothing more, My hand is reaching for something that isn’t there anymore. Something that isn’t there… [Verse 2] Even with the lights on, the rooms stay wrapped in dark, The shadows grip us tighter than we ever did, it leaves its mark. The clock on the wall counts seconds in the quiet, deadened sound, Once you walk away, there’s no turning back around. [Pre-Chorus] Hold my breath, hold my breath — the air is heavy and thick, We built this silence brick by brick. [Chorus] I’m standing here, and this neon stabs right through my eyes, Pretending I’m fine is getting harder, I can’t disguise. You’re just a shadow on the wet asphalt now, nothing more, My hand is reaching for something that isn’t there anymore. Something that isn’t there… [Middle 8 / Bridge] (beat drops to minimal, bass pulse only) Violin takes the line — long, high, piercing, like a single flash in the dark. All sound stops, and this one note speaks everything we couldn’t say. (violin holds the note with long reverb, slowly cutting through the bass) [Final Chorus] (full bass drop, maximum density, vocal strong and steady) I’m standing here, and this neon stabs right through my eyes, I don’t need to pretend I’m fine — I’ll take this weight, I’ll survive. You’re just a shadow on the wet asphalt now, nothing more, My hand is reaching for something that isn’t there anymore. Isn’t there… [Outro] (bass fades gradually over 8 bars, violin lingers with long reverb tail, city noise remains as a whisper) The city keeps moving. I keep standing. One note fading into the night.