precarious · tenacious · volatile
The day moves on a knife's edge — negotiations buying inches of peace while interceptors run dry, evacuation warnings break weeks of stillness, and someone digs through wreckage just to prove something survived.
Salvage Rights
Verse 1
We drew the lines on water
and called the water ours
We counted what was missing
and counted through the hours
The warnings broke a stillness
that no one dared to name
We passed the threshold quietly
and nothing felt the same
Chorus
Salvage what was buried
before the trucks come round
Something worth a fortune
was thrown into the ground
We keep our footing barely
on what keeps shifting down
Salvage rights, salvage rights
we don't let go without a sound
Verse 2
The crater on the moon confirmed
what no one thought to mourn
The sky admits its failures
in the shape of something torn
A figure walks toward the border
the verdict at her back
We've all rehearsed that gamble —
there's no accounting what we lack
Chorus
Salvage what was buried
before the trucks come round
Something worth a fortune
was thrown into the ground
We keep our footing barely
on what keeps shifting down
Salvage rights, salvage rights
we don't let go without a sound
Bridge
Every corridor we open
costs a corridor we close
Every hand that says it's sorry
still decides which way it goes
We sort through what remains now
we turn it over slow
The proof was always in there
we just had to want to know
Outro
Salvage what the week threw out
the ticket and the wreckage both
We're still here, sorting through it
still bound to some unbending oath
Instrumental Outro
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