Verse 1

We woke to the island burning,

to the earth that wouldn't stop,

to the rooms where deals are turning

on a compass without north.

The paintings left their frames behind,

four centuries of careful hands —

now walls remember what we find

when trust erodes to open land.

Chorus

We are moving through the heat of it,

through the Monday-heavy air,

through the treaty and the threat of it,

through the fire on the stair.

Somewhere someone calls it progress,

somewhere else a family waits —

we are all a little sleepless

at the summer's swinging gates.

Verse 2

A boy was found inside a closet,

the ship's crew counts the cost of wars —

there are things we cannot process

til we finally name what tears.

Thousands wake in unfamiliar ground,

counting what the trembling took,

and the smoke that drifts above the town

is every word we never spoke.

Chorus

We are moving through the heat of it,

through the Monday-heavy air,

through the treaty and the threat of it,

through the fire on the stair.

Somewhere someone calls it progress,

somewhere else a family waits —

we are all a little sleepless

at the summer's swinging gates.

Bridge

What do we do with the beautiful things

when they've been taken from the wall?

What do we do when the negotiation

begins where seven people fall?

We keep the names close. We keep the numbers.

We don't look away from what the summer brings.

Outro

We are here. We are still here.

Smoke crosses open water.

We are here.

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.