[OPEN] There is a time for fatigue when one has lost thought— dug the deep, covered the opening, called darkness complete. [VERSE 1] There is a time for fatigue when one has lost thought, dug the deep and forgot what was sought. Eyes make mercy from what they refuse, soften the edges, edit the view. A shape in the corner becomes just a wall. A crack becomes shadow. Nothing at all. Nothing at all— if nothing is seen. [HARMONIC RISE] But colour remains behind everything. [REFRAIN] If we could see— future be— come with me towards the sea. No map needed. No defence. Let the horizon finish the sentence. If we could see— future be— come with me towards the sea. [VERSE 2] What disappeared was never gone. Vision moved and carried on. Blur became shelter. Shelter became true. Whole constellations fell out of view. There are rooms behind every room. There are colours beneath the blue. There are things made invisible simply by learning not to look through. [INTERLUDE] Look— ... No. Look again. [HARMONIES ENTER] Something moved. Something stayed. Something waited behind the shade. Not hidden. Not lost. Only unattended. [REFRAIN — CHANGED] If we could see— future be— come with me towards the sea. Leave the outline. Leave the name. Nothing underneath us needs to stay the same. If we could see— future be— come with me towards the sea. [EXPANSION] We swim. We look up and see— there is a sky. There is a sky. There is— a sky. [HUGE HARMONIC BLOOM] How long has that been there? [INSTRUMENTAL OPENING] [LOWER, INTERNAL] Water underneath. Air above. The body suspended between enough. No floor. No wall. No certainty required at all. The blurred edge opens. The defended thing thins. Something enormous quietly gets in. [BUILD] See— see— see what remained. See what survived being unnamed. See what the darkness could never erase. See all the distance collapse into space. [FINAL REFRAIN] If we could see— future be— come with me towards the sea. We swim. We look up. We breathe. We see. There is a sky— it ends with me. [HARMONIC SUSPENSION] It ends with me— not the sky. The edge. [FINAL BLOOM] The sky continues. [OUTRO] There was always more to see. [END]
