[Intro Instrumental] [A low drone hums like shifting earth. Sparse piano notes echo like stones dropped into darkness. Clean guitars shimmer in delay. A faint choir breathes one long note, swelling as distant toms pulse like a heartbeat. The atmosphere builds, tense but fragile.] [Chorus 1] Call my name across the break, I will step where ground won’t take. If there’s nothing left to span, I will be the missing hand. Count me in and cut the rope, Let the drop rewrite my hope. If there’s no returning through, I will make the fall to you. [Post-Chorus] Tell me “go” — I’ll go. Don’t look down — I know. [Instrumental] [Sub-bass swells; toms in slow, heavy pulses. Clean guitar blooms in delay; a thin choir holds one aching note that swells and fades.] [Verse 1] I threw stones to test the depth, Waited long and held my breath. Never heard them meet the bed — Only thunder in my chest. Chalk-white fingerprints and dust mark the ledge we learned to trust. Every line your hands once drew still remembers pulling through. [Verse 2] I have measured out the rope, Counted knots like prayers for hope. Skin remembers every slip, Palms are maps of where I gripped. Wind takes pieces from my coat, Names I tried to keep afloat. If I’m less than what I was, Take the rest and call it love. [Chorus 2] Call me over, call me down, I will go without a sound. If the span was made to break, I will be the give and ache. Close the distance, tear it through — I’m the cut that leads to you. If there’s no returning through, I will make the fall to you. [Post-Chorus] Say the word — I’ll lean. Count to ten — I’m clean. [Instrumental / Solo] [Guitars bend like sirens; a bowed string scrapes upward. Drums surge to half-time thunder, then drop to heartbeat kicks. A synth lead climbs and fractures into breathy reverb.] [Verse 3] Dust collects along my teeth, From the cliff and what’s beneath. I have learned the way it feels when the ground forgets its wheels. If you meet me mid-descent, Hold me where the air is bent. Let the empty learn my name — Teach the gap to keep a flame. [Pre-Chorus] If I hand you all my weight, Will the open mouth translate? If I give the drop a hymn, Will you pull the edges in? [Chorus 3] Call my name across the break, I will step where ground won’t take. If there’s nothing left to span, I will be the missing hand. Close the distance, tear it through — I’m the cut that leads to you. If there’s no returning through, I will make the fall to you. [Interlude] [Spoken, close to the mic, barely above breath] “I kept the knots you tied in me. I kept the dirt under my tongue. If losing footing makes me free, then let the losing be the one.” [Outro] Lay me on the quiet seam, Where the edges meet and lean. If I vanish from the view, Know the depth is holding you. [Outro Instrumental] [Piano taps a sparse motif; toms fade to heartbeat. Guitars exhale one last chord; the choir’s single note thins to air. Everything drops to a soft, held breath and goes still.]
