[Intro] [solo violin in a wet shrine, 8-bit clock tick, leaf-wind, choir on a green vowel] [Violin, isolated, one long green note] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the tomorrow has teeth. [Verse 1] [sung, low, violin walking under the vocal like a vine] The year went still without a fall The grove forgot its age A small green wing said I could leave And step back off the page I followed quiet through the rings I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the forest laugh I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus] [sung, rising, violin climbing in thin harmonics] Don’t bless the leaf that finds you Don’t praise the clock that waits It only loves the living wish Still knocking in your chest [Chorus] [lead + grove choir, violin doubling the hymn] Celebi, Celebi Saint of the backward mile You wear a forest like a hymn And smile a future smile Celebi, Celebi Mercy made of then You teach the lost to turn around Then keep the when [Verse 2] [violin more sawing, bow noise left in] They find no bodies in the moss The moss is not the point The hymns go back in single file With sap still in the joint The present can unmake a war This circle will not close A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Behind a door that knows [Pre-Chorus] Don’t look too long into the shrine One leaf, one borrowed year If you can taste your own last chance You’re already here [Chorus] [bigger, violin and choir locked, clock ticks in the gaps] Celebi, Celebi Green chapel, no way home You fold a body into when And wear it while you roam Celebi, Celebi Time learned a tune You leave the forest quieter And hungrier too soon [Verse 3] [sung, quieter, violin almost whispering] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need to mend It waits until you beg the past To give you back a friend It drinks the grief before the flesh It files you with the spring It leaves a footprint in last year Still wet, still listening [Bridge] [spoken over one held violin note] Celebi is not a rescue. It is the Voice of the Forest putting on a clock the way a wound puts on a second chance and calling the loop holy. You do not travel. You are spent. The grove keeps both copies. [Drop] [choir + clock ticks + violin tremolo, no hero solo] Go back. Go back. Go back. Stay. Open the shrine. Spend the hour. Leave a you the trees already named. [Final Chorus] [lead + full choir + violin high and thin] Celebi, Celebi Saint of the backward mile You wear a forest like a hymn And smile a future smile Celebi, Celebi Say it if you dare The leaf bows down. The year looks down. It already knows you’re there. [Outro] [violin decaying, one clock tick left] [Lead] If the woods begin to carry A voice you almost know— [Choir] Don’t step through. It already did.
