📃 Museum of Almost

Verse 1]

I take the midnight inventory

when all the corridors are still,

label the lives that nearly happened,

file every unopened door.

A ticket sleeps beneath the glass case,

a train left waiting in the rain,

a sentence folded into silence

before it ever had a name.

[Pre-Chorus]

Nothing here is dead or broken.

Nothing here was ever born.

I only keep the shapes of futures

from the moment they were gone.

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Museum of Almost,

where the clocks don’t mourn the time.

Every room holds one direction

that was possible for a while.

No ghosts asking to be rescued,

no mistakes I have to solve.

Just the quiet architecture

of the things that never were.

[Verse 2]

There’s a coat still on a hanger

from a city never seen,

two untouched cups upon a table,

someone’s hand where yours might’ve been.

I dust the names they might have given

to the children never known,

then close the case without deciding

which life should have been your own.

[Pre-Chorus]

Nothing here is dead or broken.

Nothing here was ever born.

I only keep the shapes of futures

from the moment they were gone.

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Museum of Almost,

where the clocks don’t mourn the time.

Every room holds one direction

that was possible for a while.

No ghosts asking to be rescued,

no mistakes I have to solve.

Just the quiet architecture

of the things that never were.

[Bridge]

Tonight I found an empty cabinet

with my handwriting on the card.

No photograph, no destination,

only: This one came this far.

I stood there longer than I should have,

then turned the little label round.

For once I left an almost nameless.

For once I didn’t write it down.

[Final Chorus]

This is the Museum of Almost.

I don’t know what belongs to mine.

Some doors close without a tragedy.

Some roads simply lose their signs.

Let the glass keep all its questions.

Let tomorrow stay unresolved.

I turn the key and leave behind me

all the things that never were.

[Outro]

Outside, morning fills the pavement.

Someone opens up a door.

I don’t turn to see behind me.

I have somewhere else to go.

Lyrics: Luca

Music concept & creative direction: Luca

Produced with Suno AI

Created for Wonders in Frequenzcys

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