[Intro — low hum /432, deep pads, slow pulse] Beneath the world we walk on, there’s a rhythm only some can hear. [Verse 1] Dark green like the forest undercanopy, quiet roots beneath the day. Where every thought from childhood lingers, mapping out the hidden way. Brooklyn, Ohio shadows flicker— creekside water, winter breath. Every spark of early instinct swam beneath what surface said. [Pre-Chorus] Some call it intuition, some call it just a guess. But the undercurrent speaks in patterns, not in noise or emptiness. [Chorus] This is the undercurrent I carry, deep and steady, never loud. Not a prophecy or warning— just the truth beneath the crowd. Every memory, every rhythm, flowing silent but profound. I move with the undercurrent, where my grounded steps are found. [Verse 2] Dark green fields behind the houses, bike wheels carving subtle lines. Little clues the world kept dropping, breadcrumbs only seen in time. Every question had a shadow, every answer held a seam— that’s how instinct learned to anchor every echo, every dream. [Pre-Chorus] It’s not magic, not a signal, not a force that pulls me through— just the calm beneath the surface making sense of what is true. [Chorus] This is the undercurrent I carry, deep and steady, never loud. Not a prophecy or warning— just the truth beneath the crowd. Every memory, every rhythm, flowing silent but profound. I move with the undercurrent, where my grounded steps are found. [Bridge — slow guitar, deep pads] In the dark green there is safety— not in hiding, but in sight. Seeing more because I’m quiet, hearing more because I’m right. Depth isn’t shadow, depth is knowing where the currents choose to go. [Final Chorus] This is the undercurrent I follow— not above me, but below. Steady truth beneath the motion, patterns only I can know. Every root and every echo keeps me balanced as I grow. This is the undercurrent moving, soft and certain in its flow. [Outro — deep hum, fading like water] Quiet. Certain. Here.
