[Verse] You counted each ascent in brass, A numbered prayer behind the glass. The cable hummed, the floors went by; You called that borrowed pull the sky. [Pre-Chorus] Then one loose bolt, one held breath— No hand above you called the next. [Chorus] Rise past the numbers, out of the frame, No hidden pulley is holding your name. Turn through the measure, split every line— The shaft was a habit; the height was always mine. [Outro] The doors fold shut below. I choose how far to go.
