[Intro] The hand can move on The ink can dry The room can open And still not know why But the cut remembers [Verse 1] Every mark has memory Every line keeps score Every place the blade went in Knows what it opened for You can call it finished You can call it clean Hang it in the morning light And name what it means But the page knows pressure The wood knows weight The nail knows whether It was driven straight The hand may forget What the moment declared But the cut remembers What the hand put there [Pre-Chorus] No speech can bleach it No polish can hide What entered the surface Still lives inside [Chorus] The cut remembers The page keeps score What you opened What you would not open more The cut remembers The grain tells true What you wounded And what you carried through The cut remembers Low and deep What the hand gave away And what it tried to keep [Verse 2] A good cut frees the hidden thing Lets the bound piece breathe Takes away the crooked weight And gives the true line leave But a bad cut keeps on talking Long after the hand is gone Humming in the timber Like a wrong note under song There are scars that teach the weather There are wounds that spread There are marks that make a doorway There are marks that wake the dead So do not trust the silence When the first dust clears The cut remembers For years and years [Pre-Chorus] The blow comes quickly The echo stays What force calls finished Time replays [Chorus] The cut remembers The page keeps score What you opened What you would not open more The cut remembers The grain tells true What you wounded And what you carried through The cut remembers Low and deep What the hand gave away And what it tried to keep [Bridge] Ask the door Why it leans Ask the beam What pressure means Ask the paper Where it tore Ask the ink What it entered for Ask the scar Why it stayed Ask the silence What got made [Breakdown] Cut once It speaks Cut twice It keeps Cut wrong It warns Cut clean It forms Cut deep It names Cut true It frees [Verse 3] I have seen a sentence sever What only needed light Seen a clever little blade Mistake a soul for a fight I have seen restraint leave nothing And still become a mark Because the cut refused to happen And mercy held the dark Not every record bleeds Not every memory is incision Sometimes what the cut remembers Is the hand’s better decision So I ask before the striking What will this line become A door for breath to enter Or a place where breath goes numb [Pre-Chorus] The blade can glitter The hand can swear But time will ask What happened there [Final Chorus] The cut remembers The page keeps score What you opened What you would not open more The cut remembers The grain tells true What you wounded And what you carried through The cut remembers When the hand moves on When the voice gets quiet When the room looks gone The cut remembers Low and deep What the living hand Was asked to keep [Outro] The bench holds The vise grips The hand chooses The blade slips The ink dries The room forgets But the mark stays awake Where the pressure sets The cut remembers The cut remembers The cut remembers What the hand forgets
