[Intro] (Ambient piano and the sound of a ticking second hand) Layers of oblivion suddenly peel away— The reverberation of distant memories. [Verse 1] Clockwork anxiety; the second hand closing the gap. A wrist hurried by the protocols of efficiency. The weight of sand grains, the scent of mud—suddenly Summoning back a twilight from decades ago. [Pre-Chorus] Ominous signs of collapse from trimming away the "slack." "Failure studies" whisper of a missing safety valve. What I had lost was my own breath. [Chorus] My child’s sleeping face; synapses quietly rebuilding. A spiral staircase—taking the long way round. Deep behind closed eyelids, life is updating. The innocence of a distant day, long forgotten, Now shines through the veil of night. [Verse 2] A tide of slumber washing over overloaded circuits. Not merely recharging, but a forest of active renewal. The sandbox maze once dismissed as a waste of time— It was a breakwater protecting the heart. [Chorus] My child’s sleeping face; the rhythm of life marked by soft breaths. A galaxy—taking the long way round. Casting off the rush to embrace a warm, open space. Sentiments of distant childhood Gently brush against my cheek. [Bridge] Truth drifts further away the more we rush. Light spills from fingers held loosely. A memory of warm body heat I thought I’d forgotten. [Outro] No need to rush; take it slow. A trajectory toward tomorrow, spun by the breath. Goodnight—resting in this rich, open space. (Fade out)
