[Intimate piano folk, 68 BPM, tender male vocal, close and fragile]
Verse 1 (sparse piano)
End of a long day, I'm just trying to get through,
but the light hums louder than I know what to do.
Every beep, every step, every voice in the air
walks right in without knocking and settles in there.
Pre-Chorus (voice trembling)
There's no off, there's no door,
it's all of it, always, and then some more.
Chorus (swelling, strings enter softly)
And it rises like a volcano under my skin,
every light is a needle, every sound is a pin.
My world gets small, I go quiet, I go deep,
in a prison I built just to make it to sleep.
Verse 2 (cracking voice)
Now I'm caught in the crowd, and the walls lean in,
a calm face on the outside, a storm within.
I learned that leaving is something they'd never understand,
so I stand very still, holding on with both hands.
Chorus (fuller, low drums, cinematic swell)
And it spills like a volcano, there's nowhere to hide,
every light is a needle, every sound is a tide.
I'm just trying to survive it, I'm just trying to stay,
till the moment lets go and I breathe my way away.
Bridge (piano alone, almost whispered)
Come stand where I'm standing, just for one breath.
Feel the whole world pressing, nothing left.
I'm not broken, I'm not weak,
I just feel it all, even when I can't speak.
Final Chorus (soft, then glowing)
But there's a coast where the wind is the only sound,
one page, one song, one thing to hold on to, found.
When the world narrows down to a single, gentle thing,
the volcano goes quiet, and I can finally sing.
Outro (orchestral swell fades to solo piano)
Quiet now. Just one.