Below the Final Mile

Lyrics

[Intro] A compass shakes beneath the stone The surface fades, we go alone With copper lamps and borrowed breath We sign our names beside the depth [Verse 1] The lift descends through older rain Past roots that clutch the windowpane Past buried rails and fossil seams Past every map we learned in dreams You hold the rope, I hold the flame We trade our fear and never name The pressure drums against the cage The planet turns another page [Pre-Chorus] Down where the patient granite bends The dark becomes a door that opens [Chorus] Take me below the final mile Where iron rivers run for miles If we return, we won’t be the same We’ll carry fire without a flame Take me below, let the deep earth prove What still survives when the world must move [Verse 2] A cavern blooms in violet heat With crystal roofs and mineral streets The compass points toward a scarlet tide A molten ocean rolling wide We cross a bridge of blackened glass While distant mountains split and pass Your glove finds mine above the rail Two small hearts in a furnace gale [Chorus] Take me below the final mile Where iron rivers run for miles If we return, we won’t be the same We’ll carry fire without a flame Take me below, let the deep earth prove What still survives when the world must move [Instrumental] [Bridge] At the core, no north, no rain Only a pulse through bone and vein The weight lifts clean from every word We hear the oldest song unheard You say, “The way back waits above” I say, “We came to measure love” Not as a promise, not as a chain But as the will to rise again [Build] Turn the wheel Break the seal Feel the turning under steel Count the sparks Mark the years Leave the furnace, leave the fear [Final Chorus] Take me below, then pull me through Past the red horizon into blue If we return, we won’t be the same We’ll know the source beneath the name Take me below, where the buried rivers move And bring me back with something true [Outro] The lift ascends through cooling stone The morning finds us changed, unknown Beneath our feet, the great heart turns And in our hands, a little warmth still burns