Lyrics

[INTRO]
Static whispers, the night hums its lullaby,
A pulse of urgency beneath the sky.

[VERSE 1]
The radio hums, static in the air,
"Contact communications," they’re always there.
Lights flashing red on a midnight road,
Incident status—carry the load.

[PRE‑CHORUS]
Every beat counts in this silent race,
Hands on the wheel, hearts in the chase.

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident-within-an-incident-8-line-page guides the hands of man.

[VERSE 2]
"Initial patient assessment," a breath or none,
Every second counts ‘til the sirens run.
The transport plan’s written, the wheels will roll,
Through winding hills, chasing a life’s goal.

[PRE‑CHORUS]
On the edge of night, hope rides the tide,
A silent promise, a steady stride.

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident-within-an-incident-8-line-page guides the hands of man.

[BRIDGE]
"Additional resources," the call goes out,
Voices calm through the fear and doubt.
"Contingency," they whisper, in case it all falls,
But we stand strong, answering the calls.

[CHORUS]
Eight lines to follow, eight lines to keep,
Through the dust and the dark, where the shadows creep.
From the first call made to the final plan,
The incident-within-an-incident-8-line-page guides the hands of man.

[OUTRO]
The radio fades, the night exhales,
The story ends, but the duty prevails.