[Intro – James] Take his hand. Go. And whatever you hear— don’t turn around. [Verse 1] The chamber folds behind us. The gears collapse like bones. London is a wound of light At the end of tunnels no one knows. Noah’s fingers lock around mine. His pulse is weak but real. Behind us, James stands by the clock, One hand against the broken wheel. [Pre-Chorus] Every step erases the path. Every echo wears a face. The dark can sound like anyone If it knows who makes you stay. [Chorus] Don’t turn around When a voice calls you sister. Don’t turn around When it knows the words you saved. Keep his hand inside your hand. Keep your eyes beyond the ground. If you still belong among the living, Run. Don’t turn around. [Verse 2] First it calls in Mother’s voice, Soft and tired, asking why. Then it sounds exactly like Noah, Though he’s breathing by my side. Then it uses my own voice, Begging me to wait behind. It promises one backward glance Will give me everything I couldn’t find. [Pre-Chorus] But love is not the voice that traps you. Love is not a closing door. Sometimes love is walking onward While someone cannot follow anymore. [Chorus] Don’t turn around When a voice calls you sister. Don’t turn around When it knows the words you saved. Keep his hand inside your hand. Keep your eyes beyond the ground. If you still belong among the living, Run. Don’t turn around. [Bridge – James, far behind] Mina. [Silence] Idiot. [Female lead] Yeah. [James] Keep going. [Instrumental Rise] [Female lead] One more stair. One more breath. One more name carried out of death. One more door. One more street. London rain beneath my feet. He can call me. He can plead. He can sound like everything I need. But Noah’s hand is holding mine. The living don’t look back this time. [Final Chorus] I don’t turn around When the whole dark calls me sister. I don’t turn around When it steals the words we saved. I keep his hand inside my hand. I keep my eyes beyond the ground. I still belong among the living. I run. I don’t turn around. [Outro] Behind me, the last clock stops. Ahead of me, London remembers how to rain. I’m here.
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