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(Intro)
[Thick, repetitive bass line]
[Clean guitar with a ‘watery’ chorus effect]
[Faint sound of wind or city ambience]

[Verse 1]
The streetlights bleed into the pavement rain.
I’m walking in circles, forgot my own name.
The map in my hands is just paper and lines;
It doesn’t show me where the sun ever shines.

I count every window glowing with gold,
But none of them open, and the night is so cold.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m holding a key, but I don’t know the door.
I don’t know what I’m holding it for.
Gravity feels like it’s letting me go...

[Chorus]

Where do I go when the world feels so wide?
I’m looking for a place where I don’t have to hide.
Is there a ceiling to cover my head,
Or am I just sleeping in a stranger’s bed?

I’m calling out, but the walls are too thin;
I just want a house that will let me in.

[Verse 2]

I watch the shadows dance on the street.
Every face that I pass, I’m afraid to meet.
They walk with a purpose; they know where they belong,
While I’m just a note in a forgotten song,
Drifting like smoke through the cracks in the floor.

[Pre-Chorus]

I’m holding a key, but I don’t know the door.
My feet are so heavy, and my lungs are so sore.
Gravity feels like it’s letting me go...

[Chorus]

Where do I go when the world feels so wide?
I’m looking for a place where I don’t have to hide.
Is there a ceiling to cover my head,
Or am I just sleeping in a stranger’s bed?

I’m calling out, but the walls are too thin;
I just want a house that will let me in.

[Bridge]

Can you build me a shelter? (I’m fading away)
Can you stop the weather? (I can’t find my way)
I’m tired of running, I’m tired of the noise.
I just need a silence that hears my voice.

(Guitar Solo)
[A high-pitched guitar melody, full of reverb, as if screaming in frustration]

[Outro]
[Distortion slowly fades out, returning to clean guitar]
Maybe the home is a place inside?
No... I’m still outside.
Just walking. Still walking.
No address. Just... static.

[Fade out to feedback noise]