[Intro] One mark, one breath, one turning key Count what the hidden hands decree [Verse 1] I write a name on a scrap of clay Seven small strokes in a measured array The lamp burns low by the window frame Numbers gather around the name A copper bowl and a thread of red Questions I carry, words unsaid If every letter has a place Then every silence leaves a trace [Pre-Chorus] Add the weight, read the sign What is yours and what is mine [Chorus] Count me slowly, count me true Find the shape that leads to you Every measure, every scar Turns the lock beneath the word we are [Verse 2] Nineteen marks in a circle of dust Old promises reduced to trust I trade no soul for a secret door I only ask what the sums are for Your name rests warm beneath my thumb A little proof of where we’re from No prophet’s crown, no borrowed flame Just the quiet arithmetic of a name [Bridge] If the total bends toward morning Let it bend without warning If the answer stays unknown We can build a meaning of our own [Chorus] Count me slowly, count me true Find the shape that leads to you Every measure, every scar Turns the lock beneath the word we are [Outro] One mark, one breath, the page lies still The number waits beneath the will
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