[Verse 1] A blue weight under the tongue, glass dust in the quiet. The room leans closer. Something soft keeps ringing after the hand is gone. [Refrain] Lower— where the light has another texture. Lower— until the dark begins to shine. [Verse 2] I found a small weather beneath the floor, silver at the edges, warm in the middle. It knew the shape of what was missing. It would not say the word. [Refrain] Lower— where the silence carries farther. Lower— there is sky inside the sound. [Bridge] The note opens. Not upward. Everywhere. Crystal answering crystal, air finding air, a colour loosening from the body. I did not rise. The depth became lighter. [Build] Thread by thread, the ceiling remembers blue. Breath by breath, the distance gathers. What left is still arriving— changed, clearer, almost weightless. [Final Refrain] Lower— and the clouds come near. Lower— until the whole horizon can be heard. The note remains. Only now, it has weather. [Outro] Something soft keeps ringing. I let it.
