[NO VOCAL INTRO — DISTANT STRINGS, DARK GUITAR] [VERSE 1 — LOW, CLOSE, MELODIC] Something pale crossed through the darkness, gone before the branches moved. Something watched from high above it, silent, patient, out of view. [SLIGHT VOCAL LIFT] No one saw where either started. No one knew where either went. Only tracks that stopped at nowhere, like the night erased the rest. [PRE-CHORUS — RISING MELODY, SUBTLE FRAME DRUM] One moves fast when shadows gather. [LOW FEMALE] Shadows gather. One stays still and reads the sky. Neither gives away the answer. [LOW FEMALE] No answer. Neither ever tells you why. [CHORUS — OPEN MELODY, LAYERED FEMALE VOCALS, STRINGS RISE] White against the edge of midnight, [LOW FEMALE] Edge of midnight. Black against a silver moon. One is gone before you see it, one already noticed you. [HARMONY LAYER] Maybe chance brought them together. [LOW FEMALE] Maybe chance. Maybe chance had nothing to do. [LAYERED FEMALE VOCALS] Some things recognize each other long before we ever do. [VERSE 2 — WARM, RHYTHMIC, DARK GUITAR RETURNS] There are secrets in the distance that refuse to make a sound. There are signs you only notice when you quit staring them down. [BUILD — STRINGS BEGIN TO RISE] Something restless crossed the ridgeline. Something circled once above. Neither left a clear direction— only proof enough was left. [BRIDGE — ANCIENT, MYSTERIOUS, SPARSE CALL AND RESPONSE] [LEAD] A mark in dust. [LOW FEMALE] A shadow flies. [LEAD] A flash of white. [LOW FEMALE] Two watching eyes. [LEAD] No explanation. [LOW FEMALE] No design. [LEAD — RISING] Just something passing— [LAYERED] between the lines. [FINAL CHORUS — STRONG LEAD, CINEMATIC STRINGS, FULL FEMALE LAYERS] White against the edge of midnight, [LOW FEMALE] Edge of midnight. Black dissolving into blue. [OCTAVE LAYER] One keeps running toward the unknown. One sees straight through what is true. [LEAD] Maybe no one needs the answer. [LOW FEMALE] No answer. [LEAD — MELODIC LIFT] Maybe mystery is the clue. [LAYERED FEMALE VOCALS — GRADUALLY PULL BACK] Some things were never meant to tell you— [LEAD ALONE — INTIMATE] what they knew. [INSTRUMENTAL OUTRO — DISTANT STRINGS, NO VOCALIZATION]
