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[intro: instrumental]

[prelude]
they were here before our names for them, before weather learned the word fear

[verse 1]
gyres write circles on a map of sleep
needles stray where the currents keep
old timbers hum like patient lungs
salt_cathedral choirs with iron tongues
charts bruise blue at the edge of a name
storms stack dice in a rigging of flame
beneath the thermoclinе—hushed and vast
a heartbeat knocks thе centuries past

[pre_chorus]
amber lanterns comb the sky
silent shepherds drifting by

[chorus 1]
they do not come; they surface from below
from black rooms where sunlight cannot kneel
we called it myth; the ocean called it home
mother sleeps, and the watchers wheel

[verse 2]
latitude scars where triangles meet
sargasso letters in a bottle of heat
radio t__th bite static and brine
voices dissolve on a vanishing line
mirror_skinned vault with a garden of eyes
a ship of night under continental sighs
hulls grow meek near her iron refrain
as pressure turns memory into rain
[pre_chorus]
amber lanterns comb the sky
if crimson blooms, avert your eye

[chorus 2]
they do not come; they surface from below
from black rooms where sunlight cannot kneel
we named it lore; the ocean named it kin
mother hums, and the watchers wheel

[build i]
hand on the rail / breath on the glass
numbers unspool / patterns ask
are you prey, or circumstance?
will you blink, or take the glance?

[hook]
color is a language spoken without sound:
amber when they’re searching, crimson when they’re crowned

[verse 3]
orange bees cross a sleeping town
no barking dogs,just heads bowed down
alleys of rain hold perfectly still
an unblinking star above the hill
then red wounds open in each quiet halo
as if a thought had learned to say no
every window studies the street
every pulse forgets to beat
[pre_chorus]
amber is a question; red is command
choose to be smaller, or take your stand

[chorus 3]
they do not come; they surface from below
from black rooms where sunlight cannot kneel
we called it myth; the ocean called it home
mother wakes, and the watchers wheel

[instrumental bridge]

[bridge]
i dove in the ledger where pressure is prayer
where miles turn to numbers and numbers to air
her ribs were constellations, cold and kind
she whispered in geometry: time is a current—mind the mind

[refrain]
orange for the harvest, red for the blade
hide when the iris narrows to rage
orange is the asking, red is the wound
choose how you listen when the sky is a tomb

(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
[breakdown]
we drew monsters on maps to hide the door
we named them storms because they were more

[build ii]
the intro arp returns—brighter, doubled in fifths
floor toms row the sea; guitars open their filters
a point of light climbs the throat of the deep

(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)
(they don’t come)

[final chorus]
they do not come; they surface from below
from black rooms where sunlight cannot kneel
we named them myth; the ocean named them kin
mother stands, and the watchers wheel

[post_chorus]
amber eyes are asking
red eyes—run

[outro: instrumental]

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