[Verse 1]

My soul’s metronome has lost its tempo, it’s low

A slow motion echo in this empty home.

My chest is a vessel where a pestilent pressure rests, a testament

to every single test I’m left with. The past is a phantom I can’t quite grasp,

it has a lasting grip, this ship is sinking fast.

The gravity's massive, I’m passive in its hold,

a story told in tones of old and bitter cold.

I try to find a potent phrase or a better way, a brighter day,

but the sky is set in shades of grey. A mind astray, I’m trying to find the remedy,

for this leaden weight, the phantom legacy of a faded memory.

[Chorus]

And this heavy heart just beats a slow drum,

a low hum where the hope is from.

An anchor in my anatomy, it’s sad to see, it’s pulling me

down below, where the quiet currents go.

Yeah, this heavy heart is like a polished stone,

I’m so alone in this quiet zone, my spirit’s flown.

A burden that I’ve always known, a seed that’s sown.

[Verse 2]

I walk through rooms and do a quiet dissection of my recollection,

searching for a missed connection. Every direction

shows a mirrored imperfection. I see your face in space and time,

a sacred rhyme that I can’t climb. The steady rain begins its reign,

a window pane that shows the stain of my own pain again.

The silence speaks in subtle streaks of what I seek,

it makes me weak. I feel the minutes leak away

like grains of sand throughout the day, there’s nothing I can say to make it stay.

A silent prayer to clear the air, but this affair is hard to bear.

[Chorus]

And this heavy heart just beats a slow drum,

a low hum where the hope is from.

An anchor in my anatomy, it’s sad to see, it’s pulling me

down below, where the quiet currents go.

Yeah, this heavy heart is like a polished stone,

I’m so alone in this quiet zone, my spirit’s flown.

A burden that I’ve always known, a seed that’s sown.

[Bridge]

Maybe tomorrow the sorrow won't be so immense,

the sentence will make sense, the defense will recommence.

I’m trying to find my true north, but the compass just spins south,

the words won't leave my mouth. A low blue moon

looms through the gloom inside this room, my spirit’s tomb.

Just waiting for the bloom, escaping this cocoon.

[Verse 3]

I watch the hours pass me by, with a hollow sigh and ask the sky

why every single time I try, the reasons why just seem to die.

It's hard to navigate when you just hesitate at every gate,

you contemplate your fate, it's getting late.

This feeling is a constant, steady state, an iron weight.

I try to breathe but the pressure weaves a tapestry

of all that grieves and never leaves. A crushing bind on my own mind,

what can I find to be more kind, to leave this all behind?

It's a subtle art to fall apart, and play the part right from the start.

[Chorus]

And this heavy heart just beats a slow drum,

a low hum where the hope is from.

An anchor in my anatomy, it’s sad to see, it’s pulling me

down below, where the quiet currents go.

Yeah, this heavy heart is like a polished stone,

I’m so alone in this quiet zone, my spirit’s flown.

A burden that I’ve always known, a seed that’s sown.