[Intro] River like foil Morning like a dare [Verse] Fishline, cookfire, a ledge to climb A stupid long glide at exactly the right time A rope in the hand and a camp that works That’s the part of the game that really smirks Under all the talk about steel and pain There’s a second heartbeat in the plain Bags, bowls, routes, weather, sleep The little useful habits that a long run keeps [Pre-Chorus] Not every strong move Sounds like a clash [Chorus] The world between bosses That’s where the run gets made In the little clean habits In the shelter and the trade The world between bosses Hold fire, hold sky A better blade belongs To someone who knows why [Verse] Yeah, the big fights matter That’s part of the thrill But they land even harder When the camp runs still [Bridge] [Break] Low piano, floor toms, bass rise [Outro] River like foil Map still open Best session ends with another plan in motion
