Completed Jan 26, 2026
[Verse 1 — Surface Coherence] A low ignition in the dark, Not bright enough to tear apart. It finds the edges, bends the frame, Where silence almost learns your name. We move li...
[Verse 1 — Surface Coherence]
A low ignition in the dark, Not bright enough to tear apart. It finds the edges, bends the frame, Where silence almost learns your name.
We move like signals barely clear, Close enough to interfere. Nothing promised, nothing sure, Just something holding ..for now.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every step adjusts the sound, Every breath pulls meaning down. If this breaks, we’ll feel it then, But not yet.
[Chorus — Claimed Meaning (Unproven)]
Oh love, you’re the tone that holds the frame, The center pitch we don’t have to name. Not everywhere, but close enough, A steady pull, a quiet trust. We don’t divide, we don’t depart, We phase-lock forward, part to part.
[Verse 2 — Descent]
The field gets noisy when we choose, Some paths hold, some refuse. What felt aligned begins to drift, Intervals begin to slip.
Every answer costs us more, Every truth unseals a door. What we thought would never bend Starts to strain.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
No clean lines, no perfect chart, Just pressure testing what we are. If this holds, it won’t be free, We’ll see.
[Chorus — Repeated, Still Unproven]
Oh love, you’re the tone that holds the frame, The center pitch we don’t have to name. Not everywhere, but close enough, A steady pull, a quiet trust. We don’t divide, we don’t depart, We phase-lock forward, part to part.
[Bridge — Abyss / Constraint]
Strip it back. No shape, no claim. No guarantee it stays the same.
No echo now. No guiding star. Just what survives us where we are.
(hold — almost silence)
[Final Chorus — Recomposition]
Oh love, you’re not the whole design, You’re what aligns when we don’t lie. Not endless light, not perfect art, Just something real that doesn’t part. We don’t escape, we don’t restart, We stay coherent, part to part.
[Outro — Return (Non-Transcendent)]
No vow immune to wear or cost, No signal safe from getting lost. But if this breaks and forms again, Smaller, sharper than it’s been,
Then stay with me inside the sound, Where nothing perfect has to last. If this holds now, then this is love: A system that can crack… and still come back.