INTRO (music box only)

Delicate, haunting prologue built around a repeating music-box motif in a simple, childlike melody that feels innocent at first but subtly detunes and slows as the song progresses; tempo gentle and unhurried, with sparse instrumentation gradually entering — soft piano, sustained high strings, and a low cello drone that introduces quiet unease beneath the sweetness; vocals begin intimate and storytelling, almost lullaby-like, then deepen with layered harmonies and slightly dissonant intervals as the metaphor darkens; dynamics should remain restrained and atmospheric rather than dramatic, allowing tension to grow through subtle harmonic shifts and the mechanical repetition of the music box; overall tone is fragile, nostalgic, and quietly unsettling — childhood perfection slowly revealing itself as confinement.

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Lyrics

INTRO (music box only) (plink… plink… plink… repeating childlike melody) ⸻ CATHY (soft, almost storytelling) When I was small I had a dollhouse Painted white With little gold trim Every room Had tiny chairs And tiny plates And tiny hymns You could lift the roof And see inside Where nothing moved Unless you tried ⸻ (A faint string pad enters under the music box.) ⸻ VERSE 1 The mother doll Wore lace and blue She smiled the way Good mothers do The children slept In matching beds With painted cheeks And quiet heads They never cried They never ran They stayed Exactly Where you placed Them ⸻ (Music box motif repeats, slightly detuned.) ⸻ VERSE 2 I used to press My eye up close And whisper secrets No one knows I liked the attic best of all A slanted roof A narrow wall So high above The kitchen floor A little room Behind a door ⸻ (Low cello note hums underneath.) ⸻ PRE-CHORUS (subtle shift) In dollhouses The air is still No one grows Unless you will No one ages Out of place No one leaves Without a trace ⸻ CHORUS (slightly fuller, still delicate) Close the roof And turn the key Keep it neat And let it be If you’re quiet If you’re small No one hears you At all ⸻ (Music box falters for half a beat.) ⸻ VERSE 3 (darker tone creeping in) I didn’t know That houses breathe Or swallow light Or learn to grieve I didn’t know That walls can bloom Or children grow Inside a room ⸻ (Music box slows slightly.) ⸻ BUILD (haunting) What happens when The dollhouse door Is shut And never opened Anymore? What happens when The dolls grow tall And no one Comes At all? ⸻ (Music drops back to music box only.) ⸻ BUTTON (barely above a whisper) We were the dolls.