Verse 1

We have been here before, in the thick of the wait,

where the clock moves like stone and the walls negotiate,

every ordinary thing — a cup, a coat, a name —

takes on the weight of a verdict we cannot explain.

Chorus

The last hour before, the last hour before,

we are standing at the seam of who we were and what comes more,

the math is done, the reasons wear thin on the floor,

we are the last hour before.

Verse 2

We rehearse all the versions, we practice the face,

we walk through the outcome in each available space,

but the body already knows what the mind can't concede —

there is only the choosing, and the choosing will bleed.

Chorus

The last hour before, the last hour before,

we are standing at the seam of who we were and what comes more,

the math is done, the reasons wear thin on the floor,

we are the last hour before.

Bridge

There is no clean way through this particular door,

no version of ready, no compass to shore,

so we sit with the pressure like it's something to keep,

like the last hour before us is a ritual of grief.

Outro

The hour turns.

We turn with it.

We are already other.

The hour turns.

Instrumental Outro

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