E67

[Instrumental] [Low chugs, drop tuning, 8-string guitar, drop] [Instrumental, emotional] [Fast paced spider riff, technical, chug] The room still aches in your absence Like winter glass after distant thunder [Instrumental] Dust gathers slowly upon the unfinished verse Your handwriting fading into ornament I have become careful with silence It carries too much resemblance [Instrumental solo, emotional] Some nights the walls remember old harmonies and even the candles lean toward them I keep finding you in the pauses between things [Climax, grand, orchestral, harmonic minor, cinematic] A half-closed book A chair facing nothing The final note still trembling inside the wood [Instrumental fading out, emotional, sad, pain, grief]