“The Fading Room” is a deeply personal and emotionally driven track that explores the painful unraveling of memory in the face of dementia and other neurological conditions.
The song is written in a first-person's perspective, but it is inspired by real-life experience watching a loved one slip away into the shadows of memory loss. Through soft yet haunting melodies and intimate lyrics, the song paints the quiet tragedy of forgetting like a calendar with days that make no sense, a mirror reflecting a stranger and familiar voices and faces dissolving in the rain.
It’s a reflection on how memory shapes who we are and the devastating silence when it starts to disappear. This song isn’t just about loss - it’s also about love, presence and the fragility of our human connections.
I hope it resonates with anyone who has faced the slow, painful erasure of someone they hold dear.
Verse
There’s a calendar on the wall
With days I’ve never seen
A stranger's voice behind the door
Says they remember me
I smile and nod, I play the part
But the words all float away
Like memories in the photographs
Or time that slipped astray
Chorus
And I forget again
A little more each day
Faces melt into the rain
Meaning fades away
There's a mirror on the wall
But I don't know who I see
A shadow in the fading room
Of who I used to be
Verse
I found a box beneath the bed
Cards and Letters signed with love
They spoke with hidden smiles and tears
But now, I can’t recall enough
My hands once played a melody
I swear I knew by the heart
But now the song feels distant
Like I'm playing someone else's part
Chorus
And I forget again
A little more each time
The clocks don’t tick, the world just drips
Into the cracks of my mind
They tell me who I used to be
But that man’s not here today
He vanished in the fading room
And quietly slipped away
Chorus
And I forget again
A little more each day
Faces melt into the rain
Meaning fades away
There's a mirror on the wall
But I don't know who I see
A shadow in the fading room
Of who I used to be
And I forget again
A little more each time
The clocks don’t tick, the world just drips
Into the cracks of my mind
They tell me who I used to be
But that man’s not here today
He vanished in the fading room
And quietly slipped away
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