Six Feet & Heavens High

(Starts with a low, distorted bass hum. A clean, reverb-heavy electric guitar picks a slow, lonely melody. A soft "heartbeat" kick drum begins—thump-thump, thump-thump.)

(Vocals are breathy and close to the mic. Bass and sparse guitar only.)

Six feet underground, the soil feels cold

Yet your voice burns bright, a story untold

Shadows dance, they laugh, they weep

In the quiet grave, where secrets sleep

(The Band explodes: Heavy snare hits, distorted power chords, and a shimmering synth pad that feels "airy.")

But you're thousands miles up in the heavens

Flying higher than my heart could reckon

You’re the light that splits the dark

A firework in an endless park!

(Drums drop to a steady, driving groove on the rim of the snare. Bass becomes melodic and "fuzzy.")

Roots tangle tight, holding me in place

While your name’s a star, carved in space

The earth whispers low, the sky shouts loud

You’re a ghost in a golden shroud

(Guitars cut out. Only a pulsing synth and a building drum roll on the toms.)

I reach but my hands fall through

You're somewhere I can't pursue...

(Full volume. Lead guitar plays a soaring counter-melody over the vocals.)

‘Cause you're thousands miles up in the heavens

And I’m here with the weight of questions

How can love climb through the dirt

When the distance makes it hurt?

(Half-time tempo. The heaviest part of the song. Deep, chugging guitar riffs.)

I dig! (Crash cymbal)

I scream! (Crash cymbal)

I tear the seams!

But your laugh is lost in my shattered dreams

Six feet down, I am bound

While you rise where angels sound!

(The "breakdown": Everything drops out except a melancholic piano and a cello/string synth.)

The rain trickles down, a messenger of gray

It tastes like the clouds, where you chose to stay

I’m becoming the moss, I’m becoming the stone

But I’m looking up... so I’m never alone.

(A screaming, emotional solo that starts low and gritty, then climbs to the highest frets, mimicking the ascent from the grave to the sky.)

(The "Wall of Sound": Double-time drums, crashing cymbals, layered vocal harmonies.)

Yeah, you’re thousands miles up in the heavens

And I’m counting every second!

The light that splits the dark

A firework... you’re the only spark

Let the dirt turn into dust

In this memory I trust!

(The band fades out one by one. First drums, then heavy guitar, leaving only the lonely intro melody.)

Six feet down... (I’m looking up)

The soil is cold... (But you’re burning bright)

Quiet grave.

Quiet grave.

(Final sound: A single, sustained feedback note that slowly vanishes.)