Titel: Over the Top [Intro – spoken, rough and extremly breathless, than a very deep breath] ten percent. Then eleven My legs are asking questions my heart can’t answer. [Verse 1 – sparse jazz, shanty pulse] The gravel bites beneath my wheel, The mountain don’t care how I feel, Each switchback is a locked-up door, And I’ve been here a thousand times before. My lungs are full of smoke and stone, My hands are shaking on the chrome, The summit hides behind the haze— I’ve been climbing half my days. [Pre-Chorus – low group chant] Heave up, breathe in, don’t look down, One more turn, one more round, Heave up, breathe in, hold the line— This mountain won’t beat me this time. [Chorus – rock breaks open] I’m over the top, I’m over the doubt, The sky falls open and the fear falls out, My legs were anchors, now they’re wings— And I can hear the whole world sing. I’m over the top, the wind is mine, No brakes, no borders, no straight line, I climbed through every “I can’t” I knew— Now gravity is letting loose. [Verse 2 – tense, stripped back] I counted every metre twice, I bargained pain for one more stride, I told my body, “Just survive,” And somehow, somehow, I arrived. The last bend opens like a prayer, Cold blue air and empty there, No crowd, no medal, no parade— Just me, the bike, and what I made. [Bridge – half-time, jazzy, intimate] Maybe courage isn’t loud, Maybe it’s just staying proud When every muscle says goodbye— And still you choose to ride. Maybe victory’s not the view, Maybe it’s the broken-through, The version of you left behind On every switchback of the climb. [Guitar solo / downhill instrumental] Fast rolling bass, cymbal washes, distorted guitar runs — the sound of a long descent, wind rushing past, wheels humming on tarmac. [Final Chorus – full gang vocals, euphoric] I’m over the top, I’m over the doubt, The sky falls open and the fear falls out, My legs were anchors, now they’re wings— And I can hear the whole world sing. I’m over the top, the wind is mine, No brakes, no borders, no straight line, I climbed through every “I can’t” I knew— Now gravity is letting loose. [Outro – fading, shanty-style] Heave up, breathe in, don’t look down… The mountain’s under me now. Heave up, breathe in, ride away… I made it over anyway.
