Breathing Through the Stone - Dark Side

+ Show full styles

[Verse 1]
He was there before the sirens,
before the borders learned to bleed,
before the fields forgot the rain,
before the fire found the trees.

He watched the young men leave for wars,
watched black clouds swallow summer skies,
watched rivers rise above the road,
and never once asked why.

Roots down deep beneath the graveyard,
branches scratching at the moon,
crows keep circling like they know
he’ll outlive all of them too.

[Pre-Chorus]
No hand could make him sweeter,
no prayer could make him bend,
everything they tried to bury
only taught him how to stand.

[Chorus]
He’s still here.
Still breathing through the stone.
Still carrying a hundred years
inside his blood and bone.

Let the heavens crack above him,
let the whole damn valley burn,
he has learned that time is cruel
but time will always turn.

There’s a cross cut through the darkness,
there are ghosts beneath his feet,
and every scar they left behind
just made the roots run deep.

He’s still here.

[Verse 2]
They never dressed him up for strangers,
never taught him how to lie,
left the skin against the flesh
and let the wild things come alive.

Old wood, cold nights, no easy answers,
nothing polished, nothing clean,
just the bitter edge of memory
and everything between.

There’s a face carved in the label,
old eyes staring through the years,
his beard runs down into the soil,
his hair disappears in spears.

And the birds above keep turning,
black against a dying sun,
like they’ve seen a thousand endings
and they know this isn’t one.

[Pre-Chorus]
No hand could make him softer,
no season made him small,
he learned the art of standing still
while everything else falls.

[Chorus]
He’s still here.
Still breathing through the stone.
Still carrying a hundred years
inside his blood and bone.

Let the heavens crack above him,
let the whole damn valley burn,
he has learned that time is cruel
but time will always turn.

There’s a cross cut through the darkness,
there are ghosts beneath his feet,
and every scar they left behind
just made the roots run deep.

He’s still here.

[Bridge]
And if you meet him too early,
he won’t give you everything.

He keeps the best parts buried
where patience has to dig.
Give him darkness.
Give him silence.
Give him fifteen years to breathe.
What looks closed
was never empty.
Some things only open
when you leave.

[Breakdown]
Dust and flood.
Ash and drought.
Stone and blood.
War came through.
Fire came too.
Still the roots knew what to do.

No polish.
No disguise.
Just the earth behind the eyes.

[Final Chorus]
He’s still here.
And stronger for the years.
Every drought became a lesson,
every flood became a scar.
Let the heavens crack above him,
let the whole damn valley burn,
he’s watched empires turn to ashes
and still waited his turn.

There’s a cross cut through the darkness,
black wings circle overhead,
but the roots beneath the graveyard
are more alive than dead.

He’s still here.
Still here.

[Outro]
You can bury almost anything.
But not a thing
that learned
to grow.

3010/7500

[Verse 1] He was there before the sirens, before the borders learned to bleed, before the fields forgot the rain, before the fire found the trees. He watched the young men leave for wars, watched black clouds swallow summer skies, watched rivers rise above the road, and never once asked why. Roots down deep beneath the graveyard, branches scratching at the moon, crows keep circling like they know he’ll outlive all of them too. [Pre-Chorus] No hand could make him sweeter, no prayer could make him bend, everything they tried to bury only taught him how to stand. [Chorus] He’s still here. Still breathing through the stone. Still carrying a hundred years inside his blood and bone. Let the heavens crack above him, let the whole damn valley burn, he has learned that time is cruel but time will always turn. There’s a cross cut through the darkness, there are ghosts beneath his feet, and every scar they left behind just made the roots run deep. He’s still here. [Verse 2] They never dressed him up for strangers, never taught him how to lie, left the skin against the flesh and let the wild things come alive. Old wood, cold nights, no easy answers, nothing polished, nothing clean, just the bitter edge of memory and everything between. There’s a face carved in the label, old eyes staring through the years, his beard runs down into the soil, his hair disappears in spears. And the birds above keep turning, black against a dying sun, like they’ve seen a thousand endings and they know this isn’t one. [Pre-Chorus] No hand could make him softer, no season made him small, he learned the art of standing still while everything else falls. [Chorus] He’s still here. Still breathing through the stone. Still carrying a hundred years inside his blood and bone. Let the heavens crack above him, let the whole damn valley burn, he has learned that time is cruel but time will always turn. There’s a cross cut through the darkness, there are ghosts beneath his feet, and every scar they left behind just made the roots run deep. He’s still here. [Bridge] And if you meet him too early, he won’t give you everything. He keeps the best parts buried where patience has to dig. Give him darkness. Give him silence. Give him fifteen years to breathe. What looks closed was never empty. Some things only open when you leave. [Breakdown] Dust and flood. Ash and drought. Stone and blood. War came through. Fire came too. Still the roots knew what to do. No polish. No disguise. Just the earth behind the eyes. [Final Chorus] He’s still here. And stronger for the years. Every drought became a lesson, every flood became a scar. Let the heavens crack above him, let the whole damn valley burn, he’s watched empires turn to ashes and still waited his turn. There’s a cross cut through the darkness, black wings circle overhead, but the roots beneath the graveyard are more alive than dead. He’s still here. Still here. [Outro] You can bury almost anything. But not a thing that learned to grow.

0/500