[INTRO — KITCHEN ROOM TONE / CLOCK WITH NO TICK] [Close male vocal] Everything needed was already given… A table. A hand. A reason to remain. We only called it empty because it didn’t carry everything we wanted. [VERSE 1] There was water in the cup, there was bread enough to break. There was somebody still listening when my tired voice would shake. There was morning through the window, there were roots beneath the floor. But I counted what was missing until I couldn’t see anymore. I measured love in promises. I measured time in scars. Measured life against the distance between my hands and distant stars. While everything I prayed for sat quietly beside me— Waiting to be noticed, never asking to be named. [PRE-CHORUS] We called the silence nothing. Called the waiting wasted time. Called the seed an empty promise when it hadn’t learned to rise. But the earth was never empty. It was working underneath. Maybe everything we needed wasn’t everything we believed. [CHORUS] Everything needed was already here— A place at the table, a voice we could hear. A hand without judgment. A shoulder for fear. Everything needed was already here. We reached beyond heaven, kept begging for more— While everything needed was knocking from inside the door. [POST-CHORUS — STUTTERING ARP] Need—need—needed… Here—here—here… Not everything wanted. Everything needed. [VERSE 2] We put prices on our breathing. Put our worth against a name. Turned survival into winning, turned our differences to blame. Filled the cupboards with tomorrow. Left today out in the cold. Kept collecting little fortunes we were terrified to hold. Then the lights went out one evening. No machine could keep the score. We could finally see each other when we couldn’t see the floor. Someone laughed beside the candle. Someone passed the smallest plate. And nobody became poorer when we gave away a place. [PRE-CHORUS] The fruit was never perfect. Still, it carried sun and rain. Every scar across its surface was the weather it became. We were never promised plenty. We were given hands and seed. Maybe everything we wanted hid the everything we need. [CHORUS — WIDER] Everything needed was already here— A place at the table, a voice we could hear. A hand without judgment. A shoulder for fear. Everything needed was already here. We reached beyond heaven, kept begging for more— While everything needed was knocking from inside the door. [BRIDGE — MUSIC COLLAPSES TO PIANO AND BREATH] What if enough is not a number? What if enough is someone staying? What if the answer was never possession— But what remains when we stop taking? [Three table knocks] One for the hunger. One for the fear. One for the moment we finally looked here. [ALL SOUND CUTS] What did we need? [Childlike distant response] …each other. [FINAL CHORUS — HUMAN, NOT TRIUMPHANT] Everything needed is already here— Not without sorrow. Not without fear. Not every answer. Not every year. But somebody reaching when nobody appears. No kingdom above us. No prize keeping score. Just one empty hand opening one empty door. Everything needed— [Band drops away] Not everything wanted… [Warm male whisper] Everything needed was already here. [OUTRO — FIRST NOTES OF “BEYOND MORE”] [The stuttering arp continues, but one extra note appears each cycle.] More… More… More… [Low voice] How did enough become a hunger for more?
