Verse 1

We stand in the space between the clock's two ticks

Where the city forgets its own name

No answer coming, no question left to fix

Just the room breathing out its strange

We have pressed our ears to the walls of the world

And heard something we cannot say

A frequency older than any word

Moving through us like a stray

Chorus

This is the sound beneath the sound

The note that hums where no one's found

We are gathered in the unmarked space

Holding nothing, holding place

Pure silence, and we are full

Pure silence, and we are full

Bridge

Not the quiet that comes after grief

Not the pause before the storm believes in itself

This is something else — a relief

That has no opposite on the shelf

We have been so loud for so long

We forgot the shape of a room with no song

Now we stand here, every one of us

Listening to what we almost lost

Outro

We are still

We are still

Something passes through

We are still

Instrumental Outro

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