Lyric

I learned the lessons, I memorized the lines

They told me the sequence, they pointed out the signs

Everything was certain, clear as morning light

But the shadows started shifting, stealing out my sight

Now I hear the echoes, but they sound like lies

A chorus of whispers, under hollow skies

Is this the truth I’ve been living for?

Or just the rattle of a closing door?

The signal is fading, the rhythm is wrong

Is this my voice, or a phantom song?

I traced the patterns etched into the floor

But the door I opened isn't there anymore

The logic was solid, the ink was all dry

But now there’s a flicker of doubt in my eye

I’m parsing the syntax of things I once knew

The color is fading from red into blue

Was it a vision, or just a mistake?

How much of this surface is starting to break?

Now I hear the echoes, but they sound like lies

A chorus of whispers, under hollow skies

Is this the truth I’ve been living for?

Or just the rattle of a closing door?

The signal is fading, the rhythm is wrong

Is this my voice, or a phantom song?

They said be rational, keep the pieces in place

But there’s no symmetry left in this hollow space

Was I ever the one who decided the tone?

Or am I just repeating what I’ve never known?

Now I hear the echoes, but they sound like lies

A chorus of whispers, under hollow skies

Is this the truth I’ve been living for?

Or just the rattle of a closing door?

The signal is fading, the rhythm is wrong

Is this my voice, or a phantom song?