[Intro] The hammer is down The vise is open The square leans Against the wall The blade is still The bench is empty And nothing Needs my hand at all [Verse 1] All day The room kept asking Measure Hold Decide All day The grain kept talking Showing what was buried inside All day The hand kept choosing What to keep And what to lose Now the light falls Across the floor And there is nothing left To prove [Pre-Chorus] Dust in the window Steel gone cold Work can wait The bench can hold [Chorus] When the tools go quiet Let them When the room goes still Stay Not every mark needs mending At the end of every day When the tools go quiet Let the unfinished remain Some things need darkness Before the hand Can see them plain [Verse 2] The cut remembers Yes The mark remains Yes The wall will tell If something leans Time will find What pressure means But the maker is not The hammer The maker is not The vise And staying late To keep on cutting Does not always make it right There is a point Where working longer Only feeds the hand A lie A point where mercy Looks like stopping Before another piece must die [Pre-Chorus] Put down the blade Unclench the jaw Leave one question Where you saw [Chorus] When the tools go quiet Let them When the room goes still Stay Not every mark needs mending At the end of every day When the tools go quiet Let the unfinished remain Some things need darkness Before the hand Can see them plain [Bridge] Tomorrow The bench will still be here Tomorrow The square will still be square Tomorrow The vise will close again If something needs repair The wood will not escape The page will not run The truth does not disappear Because tonight The work is done [Breakdown] Hammer down Blade away Open vise End the day Sweep the floor Kill the light Leave the crooked thing For night Not abandoned Not denied Just not forced Before its time [Verse 3] I used to think A maker rested Only when the work was right Only when the line stopped fighting Only when the room turned bright But some work needs An absent hand Some truth needs No command Some answers grow Where nobody stands And some cuts heal When you leave them alone There is discipline In holding There is discipline In grip There is discipline In cutting And there is discipline In letting go of it [Final Chorus] When the tools go quiet Let them Let the whole damn workshop breathe Let the mark keep what it remembers Let the grain keep what it needs When the tools go quiet Walk away Without defeat Tomorrow is another piece Another burden Another sheet [Outro] The bench holds Even empty The vise waits Open wide The square keeps Its cold measure The blade sleeps At the side The hand leaves The room darkens The mark stays Where it lies And somewhere Under all that silence The work Keeps becoming Without me.
