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Chorus 'Cause music isn't just the sound, it's the air I'm breathing in, It pulls me from the wreckage when the doubts begin to spin. It's the color in the grayscale, the fire in the frost, My north star when I'm lost. More than ink on paper or a word upon a page, You're the steady current flowing through this modern age. When everything is broken, you're the thread that makes it whole, A sanctuary for my soul. Verse 1 In the concrete canyons, drowning out the noise, You are not a habit, you are my only choice. When the static in my head is screaming way too loud, You're the only frequency that cuts right through the cloud. The rhythm hits my chest like a breaking tidal wave, It's the only honest thing I know that's gonna save This fragile piece of silence buried deep inside, With no direction left for me to run and hide. Chorus 'Cause music isn't just the sound, it's the air I'm breathing in, It pulls me from the wreckage when the doubts begin to spin. It's the color in the grayscale, the fire in the frost, My north star when I'm lost. More than ink on paper or a word upon a page, You're the steady current flowing through this modern age. When everything is broken, you're the thread that makes it whole, A sanctuary for my soul. Verse 2 Four walls around me closing, pressure starts to rise, I see the world behind my unfiltered eyes. But drop the needle on the vinyl, let the speakers start to bleed, And suddenly I'm weightless, yeah, you've met my every need. From the basement punk distortion to the soft piano keys, You bring me down upon my knees... Not praying to a god above, but to the minor chord, The universal language I've forever been adored by. **Chorus** 'Cause music isn't just the sound, it's the air I'm breathing in, It pulls me from the wreckage when the doubts begin to spin. It's the color in the grayscale, the fire in the frost, My north star when I'm lost. More than ink on paper or a word upon a page, You're the steady current flowing through this modern age. When everything is broken, you're the thread that makes it whole, A sanctuary for my soul.