[Verse 1: intimate, close-mic'd, breath audible, measured] A shape held still against the tide The quiet masking what's inside The frame looks whole from where you stand Built on water, not on land [Verse 1 continued: filtered whisper vocal, slightly out of time] You've been counting doors again Drawing maps beneath your skin The anchor drags but doesn't hold You're not still — you're just controlled [Chorus: both voices, restrained, no belt] Drift and anchor, anchor, drift Feel the current start to shift Holding on to what might break Letting go of what's at stake [Verse 2: intimate, conversational, slight pitch drift] A shadow standing at the edge One foot forward, one foot ledge The leap lives only in your head You chose the anchor, drift instead [Verse 2 continued: filtered whisper vocal, closer now] Fog is rolling from the past Every wound becomes a mast Sailing forward looking back The compass spins, the water's black [Chorus: both voices, restrained, no belt] Drift and anchor, anchor, drift Feel the current start to shift Holding on to what might break Letting go of what's at stake [Instrumental: atmospheric, dissonant, muted guitar, sub-bass swells, no resolution] [Bridge: voices overlapping, intimate, breath audible] We live in two rooms at once One is here and one is gone The floor holds still, the floor gives way We stay, we leave, we stay, we stay [Chorus: both voices, quietly, fading] Drift and anchor, anchor, drift Feel the current start to shift Holding on to what might break Letting go of what's at stake [Outro: one voice, stripped, close-mic'd, breath audible] The water's calm The water's calm The undercurrent pulls The undercurrent pulls
