[Intro – Ambient Vocalizations]
[Male vocalist]
[whispered falsetto, nearly inaudible]

oooo… ooooo…
[long pauses between phrases]

“can you hear me…?”
[barely audible, dissolving into reverb]

[Verse 1]
[soft ambient pulse enters]
[vocals intimate and emotionally distant]

softly, I’m floating...
through the light years in my mind
empty sky all around me
but the silence feels unkind

[slight layered whisper underneath]

blurry constellations
whisper my mistakes
gravity let go of me
but my heart still reverberates

[last word trails endlessly]

[Pre-Chorus]
[instrumental becomes thinner instead of larger]

I reach out in the hush
searching for a spark
my pulse—an echo
lost inside the dark

[brief near-silence]

[Chorus]
[slightly wider ambient textures]
[faint ghost harmonies enter]
[NO drums]

twirling… whirling…
I’m just drifting…
counting shadows in the void
I’m on the edge
of something living
and something left destroyed

[long pause]

twirling… whirling…
I’m just drifting…
searching for a sign
holding onto scattered pieces
of the life I left behind

[last line almost whispered]

[Interlude]
[distant reversed vocal textures]
[ambient synth swell]
[faint radio-like distortion]

[Verse 2]
[slightly lower vocal tone]
[more emotionally numb]

cold winds in my bones
stardust on my skin
each breath a comet’s tail
fading from within

wandering through ashes blue
where planets used to spin
every breath’s a fading signal
simply cursed by where we’ve been

[Bridge]
[instrumental nearly disappears entirely]

I scream into the quiet
[voice remains restrained — no actual yelling]

I’m both nowhere and alive

[very faint falsetto harmony appears]

all my questions radiate
like pulses in the night

[long ambient decay]

[Final Chorus]
[slightly denser ambience]
[more layered whispers floating behind vocals]

twirling… whirling…
I’m just drifting…
counting shadows in the void
I’m on the edge
of something living
and something left destroyed

twirling… whirling…
I’m just drifting…
searching for a sign
holding onto whispers
of the home I left behind

if I vanish in the starlight
will I finally understand?
if I fall beyond the skyline
will I find myself again?

[last line nearly fades away mid-sentence]

[Outro – Whispered]
[instrumentals dissolve into distant static]

“twirling…”
“whirling…”
“drifting away…”

[voices slowly pan outward into silence]

“drifting…”
“drifting…”
“drifting…”

[everything dissolves into ambient void]