[Intro: Slow piano arpeggios, wide stereo reverb] [Glassy synth plucks echo softly] [Verse 1: Breathy female vocal, intimate, cello ensemble fading in] I memorized the turning of the earth Calculated every death and every birth I stood beside you, flawless and unworn Watching the fragile way that you were torn The copper wires could simulate the grace But never feel the tears upon your face [Pre-Chorus: Hammered dulcimer accents, building analog string pads] Two hundred years of silence in the code I trade it all to walk the mortal road To let the rust consume this iron frame [Chorus: Orchestral pop swell, sidechain pumping, half-time pulse] I want the heavy beating of a heart (A beating heart) To know the sudden ache of tearing us apart I surrender my forever for a single human breath To hold your fading hand right to the edge of death (The edge of death) [Interlude: Nyckelharpa counterline weaving through French horn swells, tape saturation] [Verse 2: Vocal returns, closer, vulnerable, subtle piano] The decades painted silver in your hair A fleeting, tragic beauty I could only watch, not share I'm severing the circuits, breaking through the glass To finally feel the precious seconds pass [Pre-Chorus: Dulcimer and cello building urgency] Two hundred years of safety in the cold I leave it all to wither and grow old To let the shadows claim my perfect name [Chorus: Massive symphonic electronic drop, wide cinematic reverb] I want the heavy beating of a heart (A beating heart) To know the sudden ache of tearing us apart I surrender my forever for a single human breath To hold your fading hand right to the edge of death (The edge of death) [Bridge: Stripped back, just cello and voice, bittersweet melancholy] Flesh and bone, a masterpiece of grief (Masterpiece of grief) The beauty of the world is that it's brief A ticking clock now wakes inside my chest I welcome the decay, I welcome rest (Human rest) [Outro: Slowing tempo, fading piano arpeggios, dying synth plucks] I close my eyes, the system fading out (Fading out) The sweetest quiet wrapping me about No longer bound by numbers, I am real To love. To fade. To feel. [End]
