The story
He keeps moving, but every step lands like a loss.
He walks the floor in worn rubber soles, trying to outrun the weight in his chest, but the room keeps finding him. The song holds to the small things that give him away — the scuffed shoes, the late-night silence, the way he stands still when he should be leaving — and each one presses harder. He keeps going, but the heart in him drags behind.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.