Empty Space (v.2)

[Intro]
(Soft piano arpeggios, delicate and sparse; upright bass enters with a slow, warm walking line; brushes on snare and cymbal, creating a gentle pulse; no loud attack.)


[Verse 1]
The clock drips slow, each tick a lonely sound,
And silence screams where your echoes used to play.
I walk these streets, no destination found,
Just hoping dawn will chase this night away.


[Pre-Chorus]
Perhaps it’s how the streetlights paint the dew,
Or whispers I imagine in the breeze.
I’m reaching out for something I once knew,
A phantom warmth that brings me to my knees.


[Chorus]
And I don't know why I'm still waiting here,
Like a dim bulb glowing in an empty space.
I don't know how to make this feeling disappear,
But leaving feels like losing time and place.


[Verse 2]
I trace the curves of memories in my mind,
Searching for a compass, for a path to tread.
The city slumbers, but sleep I cannot find,
For every shadow wears your silhouette.


[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe it's the way the wind sighs soft and low,
Or my old heart still clinging to a prayer.
I'm caught between what's real and what I know,
Just wishing I could find the strength to care.


[Chorus]
And I don't know why I'm still waiting here,
Like a dim bulb glowing in an empty space.
I don't know how to make this feeling disappear,
But leaving feels like losing time and place.


[Bridge]
And if somehow your footsteps grace this floor,
I won't demand a reason, no regret.
I’ll just sit here and listen to the quiet more,
Some stories end before they’re truly met.


[Piano Solo]
(Melodic and introspective piano solo, weaving around the main theme; upright bass continues its gentle walk; brushed drums maintain a soft, steady rhythm; the atmosphere remains intimate and spacious.)


[Final Chorus]
And I don't know why I'm still waiting here,
Like a dim bulb glowing in an empty space.
I don't know how to make this feeling disappear,
But leaving feels like losing time and place.


[Outro]
(Piano softens to single, lingering notes; bass holds a deep, resonant tone, then fades; brushes slowly dissipate into silence)
Don't know why…
(Fade out)