[Instrumental Intro] (Low drone, distant waves, harp harmonics, wind) Verse 1 Mist moves slowly from the sea into the waiting land, Cliffs grow quiet, stone by stone, as night takes them by hand. The mountains lean to listen close, the water holds its breath, Skye remembers older paths than fear, than name, than death. [Instrumental Interlude] (Low whistle, sparse strings) Verse 2 No straight road, no promise kept, no edge where truth begins, The heather bends beneath the fog like thought beneath the skin. Each step is softer than the last, the world grows thin and wide, As if the land itself is walking somewhere deep inside. [Whispered Sequence] (very close, breathy) Slow your stepā¦ Do not follow the sound. Do not follow the light. Stand where the cloud meets stone. Listenā¦ Skye is listening back. [Extended Instrumental] (Fiddle enters slowly, wordless vocal āahā) Chorus This is where Skye breathes, between the wave and the hill, Where time loosens its hold and the heart learns to be still. This is where Skye breathes, in shadow, rain, and sigh, A place that asks for nothingā and never says goodbye. Verse 3 The sea writes circles on the shore, then takes them all away, The rock stands firm and lets them pass, unmoved by night or day. Between the yielding and the sure, we linger, unnamed, unseen, Held by the space where what we are and what we were convene. [Whispered Sequence] (layered, fading) Not lostā¦ Not foundā¦ Only held. [Instrumental Build] (Soft choir hum, wind rises gently) Final Chorus This is where Skye breathes, under cloud and turning star, Where endings learn to open wide and leave us as we are. This is where Skye breathes, when words fall out of view, The land keeps all our silencesā and carries us through. Outro (Drone, distant surf, fading breath)
