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INVISIBLE SUN

Lyrics: (Verse 1) The clock on the wall, it's just spinning its hands, Tracing the shape of the lines in the sand. I’m walking the pavement, but my feet don't make sound, Just carrying gravity, nowhere to be found. There's a silence inside where the echo should be, A permanent winter just living in me. I see the same stars that you do tonight, But they feel like postcards from a different life. ​(Pre-Chorus) And every breath I take feels heavy and numb, A slow calculation of the damage to come. This weight in my chest, it’s a beautiful kind of deep. ​(Chorus) So tell me, oh-oh, tell me honestly, How long will I be dead before I die? 'Cause this fight for air, this shallow currency, Feels more like bleeding a slow, internal lie. I’m running on fumes, chasing an invisible sun, A race that was lost before it had begun. There's a ghost in the machine, and it's taking the wheel— How long will I be dead before I feel? ​(Verse 2) I try to forgive all the moments I missed, The promises broken I wrote on my wrist. I hear your voice calling from across the dark space, But I can’t find the signal, I can’t keep the pace. I’m standing right here, in the middle of the room, But I’m trapped in a bottle, expecting the doom. I'm just a faded light in a windowpane frame, Whispering quietly, nobody knows my name. ​(Pre-Chorus) And every breath I take feels heavy and numb, A slow calculation of the damage to come. This weight in my chest, it’s a beautiful kind of deep. ​(Chorus) So tell me, oh-oh, tell me honestly, How long will I be dead before I die? 'Cause this fight for air, this shallow currency, Feels more like bleeding a slow, internal lie. I’m running on fumes, chasing an invisible sun, A race that was lost before it had begun. There's a ghost in the machine, and it's taking the wheel— How long will I be dead before I feel? ​(Bridge) I’m waiting for the flood, I’m waiting for the light, Waiting for the stars to fall out of the night. To break the cycle, to finally be brave, To climb out of the prison that I dug as a grave. I just need a sign... a reason to start... ​(Outro) How long will I be dead before I die? 'Cause this breathing... it feels more like bleeding... I'm not gonna lie... Oh-oh-oh... How long... before I feel... All Rights Reserved Copyright Nathan Taylor 2025 Lyrics written by Nathan Taylor Produced by Nathan Taylor Artwork created by Nathan Taylor Music AI