[Intro | exposed clean tenor | single piano notes | no drums] What can outlast The last witness? [Let the final syllable fall into silence] [Verse 1 | deep, measured growls | isolated low guitar strikes] A stair gives way beneath the roots The rain runs through an empty school A planet turns without a count No mouth remains to call it cruel The sea wears down the harbor wall No distance waits to be explored What makes a ruin out of stone When nothing knows what stood before? [Chorus | soaring sorrowful tenor | restrained strings | intermittent drums] What can outlast the last witness? What holds weight when the hands are gone? Must anything be seen to matter? Can it matter, then belong to no one? [Verse 2 | guttural growls | fractured bass pulse | guitar fragments] The pressure lifts a mountain range The surface splits, the waters climb No creature marks the difference Between an instant and a lifetime No eye to find the landscape bare No tongue to give the silence shape Does absence still describe a loss When nothing knows what went away? [Chorus | clear tenor | remove drums | sparse guitar harmonies] What can outlast the last witness? What holds weight when the hands are gone? Must anything be seen to matter? Can it matter, then belong to no one? [Extended instrumental | guitar develops the chorus melody] [Piano answers at widening intervals] [Low strings sustain beneath incomplete phrases] [Percussion enters twice, then disappears] [No climax | allow the instruments to fall away separately] [Bridge | low growl | exposed bass] A hand once stopped another’s fall Then both were lost beyond recall Does kindness need a lasting mark? Who sets that measure? Who could ask? [Clean tenor | fragile sustained notes] If nothing keeps the evidence Does that undo the consequence? [Low growl | no percussion] Was less pain Not enough? [Long pause] [Final Chorus | exposed tenor | single bowed string beneath] What can outlast the last witness? What holds weight when the hands are gone? Must anything be seen to matter? Can it matter, then belong to no one? [Outro | low growl, quietly delivered] No one left To call it nothing. [Clean tenor | almost unaccompanied] Would it be nothing? [Unresolved bowed-string tone | no final cadence | carry into the next track]
