MUREX- Ghost in the Room

New Roads is a retro-tinged alt-rock album built on late-night neon, emotional reckoning, and the uneasy thrill of starting over. With a 90s-inspired edge and a modern sense of atmosphere, it follows a journey from identity confusion and isolation into hard-won confidence, resilience, and self-definition. Buy the album, will ya? https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/mur... Produced by Mark Bucher Parallax Records 2026 The coffee’s cold upon the counter, You don’t answer when I call your name. You’re staring off like you’re a stranger, And I’m just static in the air. You say the words but not the meaning, Echoes of a tired, hollow scene. I’m halfway through the things I’m feeling, And you’re halfway in a dream. I keep talking to the silence in the air, Begging for something to meet me halfway there. You’re standing three feet from where I stand, But you live in a world I don't command. You’re just a ghost in the room, A shadow in the afternoon. You’re standing close enough to feel, But cold enough to never steal. You’re just a photograph inside a tomb- The machine of my gloom. You’re standing right here in my view, But you’re living as if you never knew. Every night I write the questions you should ask, Lines I send out into the dark. I Pretend that you’re actually with me. But it's all imagination and memory. I relive the moments I rewind, Rewriting moments left behind. You’re frozen in the way you forget, And I’m the one who’s owning all the regret. I keep talking to your name, Even though I know it’s all in vain. You got me all torn, Now I’m wanting you to feel my scorn. You’re just a ghost in the room, A shadow in the afternoon. You’re standing close enough to feel, But cold enough to never steal. You’re just a photograph inside a tomb- The machine of my gloom. You’re standing right here in my view, But you’re living as if you never knew. If I finally walk away, Will you notice any different day? If you never hear my voice, Will you make a choice? I don’t need a perfect line, Just one honest “You’re mine.” But you’re too busy living in your head, And I’m too tired of thinking that you're dead. You’re just a ghost in the room, A shadow in the afternoon. You’re standing close enough to feel, But cold enough to never steal. You’re standing right here in my view, But you’re living as if you never knew. You’re alive in the sound, And I’m the one who’s still around. ...