scorched · braced · unraveling
A day that burns at its edges — wildfires eating toward homes, oceans holding fever, a decades-old reckoning finally arriving at its courthouse door — the world braced against things that have been building longer than anyone wanted to admit.
Thirty Years Find the Door
Verse 1
We built the houses close to the tree line
Told ourselves the smoke was someone else's
The water kept its heat beneath the surface
And we read the numbers, put them back on shelves
We've had a lot of close calls, someone muttered
Standing where the orange sky met the road
The old debts move slow but they move certain
Even the virus runs ahead of those who know
Chorus
Thirty years find the door
What we buried in the yard comes asking
The fever in the floor
Rises whether or not we're watching
We are not the ones who get to stall it
We are not the ones who get to choose
Thirty years find the door
And the reckoning steps through
Bridge
Somewhere a mother checks the evacuation map
Somewhere a courthouse fills its seats at last
The ocean holds a temperature it shouldn't
The century is calling in its tabs
We chase what's always been ahead of us
We circle what we should have faced before
Nothing waits forever at the threshold
Even patience learns to try the door
Chorus
Thirty years find the door
What we buried in the yard comes asking
The fever in the floor
Rises whether or not we're watching
We are not the ones who get to stall it
We are not the ones who get to choose
Thirty years find the door
And the reckoning steps through
Outro
We've had a lot of close calls
We've had a lot of close calls
And still the summer holds its breath
Instrumental Outro
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