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Visiting Hours, Retirement Home.

Song Description: A quiet, folk-toned piece that behaves like metal without sounding like it. Set inside a retirement home, the song moves through routines, repetitions, and softened voices, letting time itself become the weight. Nothing erupts, nothing resolves; the heaviness comes from endurance, from living gently after the story is supposed to be over. Lyric: [Intro — room tone, low wooden drone, fingers brushing strings] morning bell not mine light through curtains borrowed light footsteps pass count them count again [Verse — acoustic guitar loop, insistently repeated, no resolution] cups line up warm water name on plastic fading ink chair legs scrape same sound every day same sound [Pre-Chorus — voice close-mic, almost spoken, breath louder than words] they say take your time time stays doesn’t listen [Chorus — stacked folk harmonies, slightly detuned, held too long] we are still here still here still here hands folded waiting shape of a day [Verse — added pulse from hand percussion, dragging, anti-groove] television glow no faces laugh track no joke photo frame wrong year someone smiling I know them [Pre-Chorus — instruments drop out one by one] someone calls my name I answer late [Chorus — returns thinner, harmony collapses into unison] we are still here still here still here nothing hurting nothing new [Bridge — sustained drone, subtle dissonance, voice treated as texture] I was something else before this room I think I was [Outro — instruments stop abruptly, room hum remains] lights dim not night just quiet bell again