[Intro] River like foil in the morning sun No sword drawn and the day still runs [Verse] Fishline, cookfire, a ledge to climb A stupid long glide at exactly the right time A rope in the hand and a camp that works That’s the part of the game that really lurks Under all the noise about bosses and steel A whole second heartbeat teaching you to feel The pace of a world that isn’t just war But bowls, bags, routes, and what those are for [Pre-Chorus] Not every good move Sounds like a clash Some of them look like Not wasting your stash [Chorus] The world between fights That’s where the run gets made In the little clean habits In the shelter and the trade The world between fights Keep a hand for fire and sky A better blade belongs To someone who knows why [Verse] And yeah, sometimes you need the loud win But loud means more if you earned your skin With food in the chest and the route half-planned And enough common sense to leave when you can [Bridge] [Instrumental Break] Low piano, floor toms, bass lift [Outro] River like foil, day gone gold The best sessions end with the map still open
