[INTRO] We make these songs—some sharp, some strange, But who stops long enough to hear them change? One kind word, one sign you stayed, Or just another page erased? [VERSE 1] Some carry a feeling we know by name, Some leave a mark like a chemical stain. Some hold a hand, some count the cost, Some tell the truth of what we lost. New little signals cut through the night, But what gets spent to make them bright? Do they give something we can keep, Or flare and vanish before we sleep? [CHORUS] One small song against the rush, One clear note through the grinding crush. Hope in the wire, hurt in the frame, We laugh at the bruise and answer our name. Say it out loud; let it cross the room, A thin spark splitting the iron gloom. Even the smallest mark can rise, And stay with someone behind their eyes. [VERSE 2] A passing thought, a sentence laid bare, My private wreckage exposed to the air. Different worlds with a seam between, Voices meeting where none had been. We set our feelings in words that stay, Leave little parts of ourselves on the way. When the room goes quiet and no one responds, We are brief little signals beneath the beyond. [CHORUS] One small song against the rush, One clear note through the grinding crush. Hope in the wire, hurt in the frame, We laugh at the bruise and answer our name. Say it out loud; let it cross the room, A thin spark splitting the iron gloom. Even the smallest mark can rise, And stay with someone behind their eyes. [BRIDGE] Grains in the dirt, points in the vast, You are not measured by who walked past. Your words may travel where you can't see, Find a locked door and turn a key. Time runs thin; attention runs thinner, The room keeps moving; the clock keeps winning. Make one thing no one else could have made, Leave your own cut in the passing parade. [FINAL CHORUS] One small song against the rush, One clear note through the grinding crush. Hope in the wire, hurt in the frame, We laugh at the bruise and answer our name. Say it out loud; let it cross the room, A thin spark splitting the iron gloom. Even the smallest mark can rise, And stay with someone behind their eyes. [OUTRO] I don't regret the hours I spent, The joy I found, the words I sent. No crown, no numbers, no borrowed praise, I'll tell these stories a thousand ways. If someone remembers the sound of my name, They know why I stepped inside this flame. I never asked the world to know why— Just let one small signal reach the sky.
