[Intro – distant guitar, echoing, slow pulse] Low tide breathing under skin of night, A shadow moves where the silence bites, No name spoken, no line drawn, Only the pull before the storm. [Verse 1 – restrained, low vocal] Black water mirrors a fractured sky, Something watches but won’t deny, Hands like steel, but never hold, A heart that trades in quiet control. [Pre-Chorus – tension rising] She walks the edge where the wild things wait, Not turning back, not tempting fate, There’s something there he can’t define— A spark that slips between the lines. [Chorus – soaring, emotional] And it burns without a flame, Like a whisper calling through the vein, No chains, no crown, no claim— Still it cuts him just the same. Oh, the deeper current pulls below, Where even hunters fear to go, He never needed to believe— Till the night refused to leave. [Verse 2 – more movement, layered guitar] Gold-lit eyes in a velvet storm, She moves like truth he can’t reform, No fear offered, no retreat, She meets the dark and doesn’t bleed. [Pre-Chorus – tighter, more urgent] He’s drawn to fire that won’t obey, A shifting line he can’t betray, No map remains, no measured ground— Just the echo of a different sound. [Chorus – fuller, higher energy] And it burns without a flame, Like a fever he cannot contain, No rule, no right, no name— Still it calls him just the same. Oh, the deeper current takes its toll, Where even iron starts to fold, He never needed to believe— Till something made him feel. [Bridge – stripped down, almost spoken, hypnotic] What slips the hand can mark the bone, What walks alone can claim the throne, No blade, no wound, no visible scar— Still it knows exactly where you are. [Guitar Solo – expressive, climbing, almost pleading] [Final Chorus – raw, open, less controlled] And it burns without a flame, Not a loss, but not the same, No chains, no crown, no claim— Still it changed him just the same. Oh, the silent current pulls him in, Where control and want begin, He never needed to believe— Now he cannot leave. [Outro – fading guitar, unresolved] Still water never tells… What it keeps… it keeps too well.
