[Verse 1] I learned to measure time by cliffs, slow grammar in the granite lift. Footsteps fade, but pressure stays, carving futures out of days. Your hurried names will wash and roam; mine are fossils under loam. Lay your ear against the ridge— hear the patience in the bridge. [Pre-Chorus] River talks in secret terms; I wait long enough to learn. [Chorus] Stone remembers what the rush forgets— weather writes the promises it keeps. Stone remembers after thunder sets; echo holds the quiet like it breathes. Stone remembers… (soft) [Post-Chorus Chop] stone remembers—stone remembers… [Verse 2] I keep a ledger made of silt, lines of lichen, moss, and guilt. Not to shame the wind that ran— only to remind a hand. Raise a city, praise its pace; I will keep the older face. When the scaffolds lose their fire, I will be the cooling choir. [Pre-Chorus] Dust will settle where you slept; meanings stay where meanings wept. [Chorus] Stone remembers what the rush forgets— weather writes the promises it keeps. Stone remembers after thunder sets; echo holds the quiet like it breathes. Stone remembers… [Bridge] (guitar hush; bowed-stone drone) Count by winters, not by clocks; truth is slower than our talk. Hold the moment, let it weight— what you carry learns to wait. [Drop / Instrumental] (bowed stones swell; low acoustic bass hum; wind hush opens the room) [Chorus – Lift (still calm)] Stone remembers what the rush forgets— names return as rivers find their beds. Stone remembers—lay your hurry down; rest will teach the shape of ground. Stone remembers… [Post-Chorus Chop – Extended] stone remembers—stone remembers— (barely above breath) [Outro] I am the hill you leaned upon, still here after you are gone. Leave your noise; the valley knows— patience plants and memory grows. (cavern reverb blooms… slowly breathing out)
