[Intro – A Cappella] I followed one forgotten light Where every street had lost its name A faded sign said, “One last show…” And nothing after looked the same ⸻ [Verse 1] The velvet curtains breathed like ghosts, Dust was dancing in the beam. Every face looked carved from silence, Waiting for a different dream. No one whispered to another, No one turned to watch me there. Only silver on the screen And shadows hanging in the air. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] The story started black and white, An empty road beneath the rain. Then someone slowly crossed the frame… He had my face. ⸻ [Chorus] Roll the picture, don’t stop the light, Every ending hides another night. Every heartbeat writes the scene, Somewhere deep inside the screen. If tomorrow’s already known, Why am I here all alone? When the credits disappear… Who is left to leave this theatre? ⸻ [Verse 2] I watched myself unlock a doorway, Heard a voice I couldn’t hear. Every choice I’d never made Was somehow waiting year by year. I ran toward the glowing exit, Every hallway curved behind. Every door became the cinema, Like the building owned my time. ⸻ [Bridge] The old projectionist was smiling, Silver dust upon his hands. He said, “These reels aren’t made of stories… They’re the lives no one understands.” I asked him, “How does all this finish?” He laughed so softly through the dark. “When the final frame goes silent… Someone else becomes the spark.” ⸻ [Final Chorus] Roll the picture, don’t stop the light, Every ending hides another night. Every secret finds its scene, Somewhere waiting in between. When the house lights finally rise, Will I wake… or close my eyes? If the screen remembers me… Who bought the ticket? ⸻ [Outro] Morning found an empty street. No theatre… no sign… no crowd. Only one small ticket blowing through the wind… “Reserved for the next showing.”
