[Intro] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, distant low piano] [Verse 1] I opened one tab, then twelve more, A museum scan from a locked back door. Nickel and iron in a glass case, A cold old traveler from a vanished place. The Widmanstätten lines lie thin and bright, Cooling in darkness before our night. A grain of metal, a planet's scar, I follow the trail past Mars and far. [Pre-Chorus] Who named the stone? Who held the weight? Who sold the fragment At the garden gate? [Chorus] Meteor iron, tell me where you fell, Through a furnace sky and a century well. Every rabbit hole opens another door, To a dead moon, a mine, an ancient war. I keep digging through the catalog dust, For the first hand, the first map, the first trust. Meteor iron, buried in the blue— The deeper I look, the more it looks through me too. [Verse 2] A blade from Greenland, traded for bread, A bead in a burial, dark as lead. Tutankhamun's dagger, blue-black sheen, A gift from a fire no king had seen. The browser says “read this,” then “read that,” A footnote breeds like a nesting rat. I chase the alloy from pole to shrine, Past kamacite borders and taenite lines. [Bridge] [Mechanical-human vocal blend] Iron remembers pressure. Iron remembers flight. Iron remembers oceans Before we learned to write. But I am only searching, With coffee gone cold by the screen, Trying to touch a vanished planet Through a photograph's gray sheen. [Chorus] Meteor iron, tell me where you fell, Through a furnace sky and a century well. Every rabbit hole opens another door, To a dead moon, a mine, an ancient war. I keep digging through the catalog dust, For the first hand, the first map, the first trust. Meteor iron, buried in the blue— The deeper I look, the more it looks through me too. [Outro] [Acoustic guitar alone, slowing] One last source loads in a window, One last name refuses to stay. The stone crossed millions of miles; I lose an evening tracing its way. Meteor iron, Still falling through. The hole keeps opening. I keep looking through.
