[Intro]
[Prepared piano plays the remembrance motif forward and backward as guitar harmonics stretch over uneven meter.]

[Verse 1]
I opened a hatch and the sickbay was green,
With windows to oceans no chart had foreseen.
A nurse with my face, though much older than me,
Said, “You left this ship years ago. You are free.”
I reached for her shoulder; my hand crossed the air,
The ocean went black and no one stood there.
Then boots struck the deck from a battle ahead,
And a future lieutenant walked past me—dead.

[Chorus]
In the corridors of tomorrow, every doorway borrows
A life we may never claim, a grief we need not know.
In the corridors of tomorrow, joy is dressed in sorrow,
We are walking through tomorrow in the ship we used to know.

[Verse 2]
The captain found home in the observation room,
Warm morning through curtains, red flowers in bloom.
No uniform waited, no stars filled the pane,
Just coffee gone cool and the soft sound of rain.
A voice from the kitchen said, “You made the right choice.
You turned the ship home when you still had a voice.”
Then the cracked glass returned with a battlefield scar,
And home became darkness without any star.

[Chorus]
In the corridors of tomorrow, every doorway borrows
A life we may never claim, a grief we need not know.
In the corridors of tomorrow, joy is dressed in sorrow,
We are walking through tomorrow in the ship we used to know.

[Instrumental Break]
[Synth arpeggios and fretless bass split into conflicting meters while layered guitars repeat altered versions of the crew motif.]

[Verse 3]
The engineer saw their station silent and clean,
No heat in the housing, no blue in the screen.
Their small metal driver lay bright by the chair,
A photograph open, but nobody there.
“You know why I’m waiting. You know what you choose.
Some futures are doors only one life can seal.”

[Bridge]
Are these warnings or weapons?
Are they mercy or bait?
Does seeing an ending create its own fate?
We have only each other and one damaged boat.

[Final Chorus]
Through the corridors of tomorrow, we will carry what we borrow—
Not the certainty of dying, but the duty still to choose.
Through the corridors of tomorrow, we have met our possible sorrow;
Now the future is not prophecy, but something we may lose.
Hold the living, speak each name, let no false horizon glow—
We will walk beyond tomorrow in the ship we choose to know.

[Outro]
The ghosts left no footprints; the clocks stayed untrue.
Outside, stretched stars split in crimson and blue.
Then one voice from engineering crossed time like a dart:
“Captain, the fracture is reaching the heart.”
