**[Intro]** [Low, pulsing cinematic bass, dark piano notes] [Sensual, deep whisper] Look into the storm... What do you see at the very bottom? **[Verse 1]** The smoke of Birmingham is thick and black, A crown of thorns on a broken track. He climbs from the mud, from the swamp below, To the high gold towers where the cold winds blow. Driven by hunger, driven by pride, But what is the cost of the soul inside? Is it power we want, or a way to survive? A tragic comedy of being alive. **[Chorus]** [Explosion of cinematic strings and heavy electric guitar] But through the smoke, two circles of light, Two crystal oceans in the dead of night. His blinding blue eyes β like two lifesavers thrown, In a world of tragedy, forgotten, alone. Rising from the deep, reaching for the skies, The ultimate truth in those freezing eyes... Tell me, for what? **[Verse 2]** [Music drops back to a dark acoustic rhythm] Like pages of a book we read again, We search for the master through all the pain. Human nature is a labyrinth of sin, A war with the world that you cannot win. He won every battle, he took every crown, But the weight of the gold only pulls him down. **[Bridge]** [Spoken Word, slow and intense, ticking clock effect] From the bottom to the top... by any means. But the question remains open. Why do we run? What are we saving? **[Chorus]** [Full orchestral climax, emotional power] Through the smoke, two circles of light, Two crystal oceans in the dead of night. His blinding blue eyes β like two lifesavers thrown, In a world of tragedy, forgotten, alone. Rising from the deep, reaching for the skies, The ultimate truth in those freezing eyes... **[Outro]** [Piano fades out, wind sound] Just two blue lifesavers... In the beautiful dark. Fade out.
