(Intro – ambient / distant vocal)
Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing and rightdoing —
There is a field.
I will meet you there.
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(Verse 1 – minimal beat begins)
Not in agreement.
Not in repair.
Not in the careful architecture
of who was right.
We have lived
balancing on a line
drawn in sand —
calling it truth.
Trying to be good.
Trying to belong.
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(Pre-Drop – tension builds)
But there is a place
before the verdict forms.
Before the mouth prepares defense.
Before the spine goes rigid.
A field.
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(DROP 1 – mantra / loop)
There is a field.
I will meet you there.
There is a field.
I will meet you there.
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(Verse 2 – rhythmic, more embodied)
In that field
you are not your worst moment.
And I am not mine.
No ledger.
No hierarchy of harm.
Just grass bending
under the weight
of our separate names.
When the soul lies down —
argument forgets its hunger.
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(Build – rising tension)
Language thins.
Edges blur.
The word “other”
loosens in the mouth.
We think we must solve each other
before we can rest —
but rest
reveals
there was never distance.
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(DROP 2 – bigger / brighter)
There is a field.
We are already there.
There is a field.
We are already there.
No right.
No wrong.
Only meeting.
There is a field.
We are already there.
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(Breakdown – almost silent)
Rightdoing and wrongdoing
are maps for the mind.
The field is older.
Wider.
Uninjured.
It refuses
to make a soul
equal to a moment.
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(Final Lift – emotional release)
Identity softens.
The need to win loosens.
The urge to correct
goes quiet.
What remains
is not indifference.
It is intimacy.
A remembering —
We were never standing apart.
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(Outro – echoing loop)
There is a field.
There is a field.
We are already there.
(Repeat. Fade.)
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