[ID] Entities Of Author[IT]y

[Instrumental] [Cadence Bridge] Grain in the railing retaining the rainfall, rings in the timber remembering tempers that… Wehh…ther… …could… ne…ver-ee…race… …from the fibers beneath every finish they fastened for fashion, I followed the polish while losing the… Pat…earn… that patiently lived… where the pressure couldn’t pass it. Line… …ing… …peel… …ing… Seal… …ing… …forever yield… ing… Every ree…fine…ment ree…duh…fined what ree…mained until the ree…main…derr refused every reason I’d re…hearsed to re…main… ree…uh… …ranged. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Verse] Window frames whitening where winters kept working, old porch boards bowing while bearing the footsteps of people… …long gone… …yet every depression still fit like a sentence completed before any tongue ever touched it. Canvas over canvas, color over color, every careful coating convincing the cedar it should imitate… some…body… else’s season… until one long summer of sunlight quietly softened the surface enough for forgotten grain to begin… …intro…deucing… itself-again. [Pause] Beh…Cunned… Not by thunder. Not by triumph. By the places that never forgot…my… weight. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Verse] Latch after latch after language was layered, hinges kept humming beneath all the… ham…mer…ing… every revision revisiting rooms I’d mistaken for roots while the floor… un…der…neath… kept refusing the title I’d handed the hallway above it. Strip…ing. Splinters revealing the lines that were living before any lacquer learned… …how to hide them. I didn’t uncover another beginning. I uncovered… … what every beginning… had… …quietly… …cuv…erred… ⸻ [Post Verse] Nothing arrived. Nothing returned. The noise… … just stopped… … being louder… … than what never left. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Hook] I… …dent… IT… …ee… Beckoned. Soft as cedar… Strong as stone… Never wan…derd… Only… Waited… I… …dent… …IT… …ee… Beckoned. Every mile… Led me… Closer… Home. ⸻ [Instrumental] ⸻ [Cadence Bridge] Measure to moisture, moisture to marrow, marrow to memory moving beneath… every mark… I’d mistaken for meaning, the finish kept failing because what was faithful was farther below than the places I’d…polished… for praise. The grain… …gave. Color… …caved. Every removal revealing relationships hidden beneath rep-e-tition until recognition no longer required… per…mission… ⸻ [Hook] I… …dent… …IT… …ee… Beckoned. Not ahead… Not behind… Quietly… Be…side… Me.