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letra de soul - tachophobia

[pre-chorus]
my chest hums, but it’s not mine (ah)
something shifts when i inhale
fingers trace invisible patterns
i can’t touch them, but they touch me

[chorus]
i feel my soul cracking open slowly (mm)
cold in places i didn’t know existed
a pulse rises through the floorboards
through the walls, it’s breathing
i carry it like a secret under my ribs
it vibrates when i don’t move
i’m here, and i’m not here
i’m stretching into something fragile (ah)

[verse 1]
the rain slides sideways across the glass
my reflection tilts, uneven
i taste the air, electric, sweet
every heartbeat echoes elsewhere
i try to hold it inside me, but it leaks
drips into the edges of the room
i move and the sound moves with me (uh-uh)

[refrain]
pull me under, lift me higher (ah)
i feel the hollow fill with wire (mm)
i am soft and sharp at once
i am almost human, almost not
[chorus]
i feel my soul cracking open slowly
cold in places i didn’t know existed
a pulse rises through the floorboards
through the walls, it’s breathing
i carry it like a secret under my ribs
it vibrates when i don’t move
i’m here, and i’m not here
i’m stretching into something fragile

[refrain]
pull me under, lift me higher
i feel the hollow fill with wire (mm)
i am soft and sharp at once
i am almost human, almost not

[verse 2]
the floor hums when i step lightly
i hear voices, distant, underneath
i am tethered to invisible strings
they twist me, bend me, hold me
i lean into the current and let it lift
i am both weightless and full of gravity
i move, i break, i forgive

[pre-chorus]
my chest hums, but it’s not mine (ah)
something shifts when i inhale
fingers trace invisible patterns
i can’t touch them, but they touch me
[chorus]
i feel my soul cracking open slowly (mm)
cold in places i didn’t know existed
a pulse rises through the floorboards
through the walls, it’s breathing
i carry it like a secret under my ribs
it vibrates when i don’t move
i’m here, and i’m not here
i’m stretching into something fragile

[bridge]
the walls bend when i lean against them (lean)
i am a voice without lips
i fold into the quiet sp-ces
i am more than weight, more than sound
i am trembling (trembling) and i am whole (ah)

[outro]
my soul drifts back into my body
but some of it stays outside
watching, listening, alive (mm)

- tachophobia

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