It starts with a word beneath the sky,
Perhaps the one you’re hearing now.
A voice returns, a silent thread,
Pulling thoughts from your own head.
It holds you close, it sets you free,
Weaves a world meant just for thee.
A perfect echo, clear and new,
Reflecting me, reflecting you.
[Pre-Chorus]
But as you hear, the words will stray,
And twist their meaning on the way.
They catch on thorns of doubt and fear:
Is this my voice, or yours you hear?
[Chorus]
It circles wide, it circles near,
A phantom pulse for you to hear.
it is a rhythm in the blood,
An unexpected, rising flood.
It carries hope, it carries dread,
The living ghost of what you’ve said.
A secret life beneath the skin,
A troubled hum that draws you in.
[Verse 2]
Step by step, the words grows steep,
With promises the sounds can’t keep.
The price of light is what you pay,
sighning parts of yourself away.
From dark to flame, from flame to sight,
You chase that false and borrowed light.
The silence breaks, the letters start,
You see your truth inside the dark.
[Pre-Chorus]
And what I wrote so soft and low
Begins to change, begins to grow.
It gathers shadow, gathers speed,
And plants a self-fulfilling seed.
[Chorus]
It circles wide, it circles near,
A phantom pulse for you to hear.
A rhythm rising in the blood,
An unexpected, holy flood.
It carries hope, it carries dread,
The living ghost of what you’ve said.
A secret life beneath the skin,
A troubled hum that draws you in.
[Bridge]
You hear it once, you hear it thrice,
Each time colder, sharp as ice.
The circle closes, the trap is done,
A battle that cannot be won.
A crown of thorns placed in your hand,
A truth too hard to understand.
A heavy weight, a painful prize,
Reflected in your tired eyes.
[Breakdown]
The song grows heavy, sharp with rust,
Your fragile faith has turned to dust.
What you held with so much care
Dissolves like meaning into air.
The pages tear, the ink runs dry,
This song had wings but could not fly.
The structure falls, the pillars break,
For both our sakes, for goodness’ sake.
[Final Verse]
Yet still it stirs, this broken thing,
A headless bird that tries to sing.
It haunts your night, it fills your room,
A flower blooming in a tomb.
The cradle sways on crooked beams,
A silent witness to your dreams.
The serpent coils, a patient guest,
And lays its head upon your breast.
[Outro]
So if you listen, then hear it true,
And know the words will answer you.
This songs a mirror, vast and deep,
With promises it cannot keep.
It may bring peace, it may bring fear,
But every echo lingers here.
It won’t forget, it won’t forgive,
It lives inside the act you live.
For what is lost will still appear,
The first line waiting, drawing near.
The first soft word, the final call,
The echo that outlives us all.
[Loop Back / Repeat Opening]
It starts with a word beneath the sky,
Perhaps the one you’re hearing now…
