[Tape Hiss Intro, Low Hum]

[Synth Pad Drone, C minor]

Yellowed light, a silent hum, from a forgotten space.

Dust motes drift, a lazy waltz, across a weary face.

The ancient bar, a polished stain, where old tales gently lie.

Just slow ice melting in a glass, beneath a tired eye.

[Lounge Drum Machine Groove, very subdued]

Flicker of the 'OPEN' sign, a lonely amber gleam.

Another night, another pour, lost in a fading dream.

A velvet booth, worn through time, remembers silent guests.

No boisterous cheer, no clinking glass, just a few fading rests.

[Subtle Bassline Pulse joins]

Whispers cling to peeling paint, of laughter long since gone.

A distant train, a mournful sound, greeting the lonely dawn.

The barman wipes with practiced hand, a smear of liquid old.

Each quiet swish, a weary prayer, a story left untold.

[Reverb-Drenched Vocals, almost whispered]

Oh, the velvet stain, it holds the years, a thousand silent pleas.

A faded echo, barely there, carried on a phantom breeze.

Just the clock's soft tick, a patient beat, measuring out the grey.

Another sip, another breath, another passing day.

[Distant Saxophone Weep, short, melancholic riff]

Low glow clings to weary souls, who seek no grand design.

Just quiet solace in the dark, where fading memories twine.

No hurried words, no urgent plea, just the calm of being still.

Listening to the bar's slow sigh, against the window sill.

[Atmospheric Sweep builds slightly, then recedes]

[Key Change - Shift to C major, but still subdued]

Amber glow upon the floor, where shadows softly creep.

A final drop, a lingering thought, secrets that the walls keep.

The velvet stain, a silent friend, through all the turning years.

It just breathes out, a quiet sigh, through unspoken tears.

[Vinyl Crackle Outro, gradually fades]