[Intro] (acoustic guitar and piano trading soft arpeggios and answering phrases, gentle forward motion) No one was ever in the room Only the letter that outlived the tomb [Verse 1] (quiet, reflective, near-spoken, guitar and piano continuing their interplay beneath the vocal) A charter here, a wreck out there Pieces of a truth nobody can repair We read the pattern, not the page We call it judgment, not a cage [Chorus] (restrained, warm, resigned but not sad — cello enters with a slow-moving line, French horn colors briefly) Not a transcript, just a trace Not a courtroom, just a case Built from what the silence kept The gaps we read, and the pages we've swept [Verse 2] (quiet, building slightly, guitar and piano still trading phrases, cello sustaining underneath) Two sources meet on one same thread That's the strongest thing the dead have said A pattern seen too many times Isn't proof, but it's not blind [Chorus] (restrained, warm, resigned but not sad — cello enters with a slow-moving line, French horn colors briefly) Not a transcript, just a trace Not a courtroom, just a case Built from what the silence kept The gaps we read, and the pages we've swept [Bridge — signature moment] (hushed, almost spoken, guitar and piano thinning to a sparser version of their same interplay, closing on the book's own final words) The architect is four centuries gone The blueprint isn't, it carries on It only needs someone to stand And read the ground with their own hand [Instrumental Outro — signature moment two] (guitar and piano fade together on their same call-and-response figure, one last lingering cello note, echoing the very first notes the album opened with, closing the circle in near silence) [Outro] (whispered, final line) Still waiting on you Still waiting on you
