The Circle

Verse 1

Steel veins climb the sky in silence,

Iron bones that never sleep.

We rise on borrowed breath and violence,

Then fall through what we cannot keep.

The peak is just a question mark,

A held breath waiting for the drop.

Gravity writes its signature in the dark,

And still we never stop.

Chorus

Up to go down, down to go up again—

The only law the rails obey.

Everything arrives in its own skin,

Everything leaves in its own way.

Time is the track and we are the weight,

Spinning through the same refrain.

Nothing is wasted, nothing is late,

The circle keeps its own name.

Verse 2

In the valley the air grows thicker,

Shadows pool where light once stood.

We gather what the fall has left us,

Broken pieces that still taste good.

The climb begins before we notice,

A quiet pull behind the ribs.

What felt like ending was only the focus

Of the next ascent we give.

Chorus

Up to go down, down to go up again—

The only law the rails obey.

Everything arrives in its own skin,

Everything leaves in its own way.

Time is the track and we are the weight,

Spinning through the same refrain.

Nothing is wasted, nothing is late,

The circle keeps its own name.

Bridge

There is no summit that isn't also a door,

No floor that isn't also a sky.

We trade one gravity for another,

And call the trading "I."

Final Chorus

Up to go down, down to go up again—

The only law the rails obey.

Everything arrives in its own skin,

Everything leaves in its own way.

Hold the drop like a promise,

Hold the climb like a prayer.

The mountain never needed a reason—

It only needed us there.