Verse 1

We gather at the shoreline, count the cost

The water pulled back so far we forgot what it covered

Somewhere a table is set, chairs pulled in

But the mouths that were promised stay closed to each other

The heat has a logic we can't argue with

It burns through the treaties and dries out the rivers

We wade through the summer with nothing resolved

And the cracked earth keeps records of all we delivered

Chorus

We are simmering, simmering

Just below the place where it breaks

We are measuring, measuring

Every inch the waterline takes

Somewhere a door opens just enough to see through

Somewhere a face reappears in the frame

We are simmering still

Not gone, not yet healed

Just Tuesday, and summer, and the same

Bridge

And someone was seen — alive, upright, eyes clear

A small impossible fact in a season of loss

We hold it like water cupped in both hands

Knowing the ground is already counting the cost

The tankers move slow through the narrowing straits

The borders tighten like belts on an old wound

We read all the signals and none of them say

That the long burning August will be over soon

Outro

Simmering, simmering

The river remembers nothing

But we do

We do

Instrumental Outro

How did it make you feel?

A new song arrives tomorrow.