[Intro – Female spoken, sparse pulse]
The page was blank.
Not empty.
Just unwritten.
Maybe that's the difference.
[Verse 1 – Male, melodic rap]
I was thinking all the time
what I'd write on the next line,
how to make these words all rhyme—
but maybe time was never a line.
What if all those words were here already,
and my pen was always steady?
Maybe time was always still—
it was me, my choice and will.
[Verse 2 – Female, mirrored melodic verse]
I was listening all the while,
for a voice across the miles,
trying to find where you might be—
but maybe distance wasn't what I'd see.
What if all those roads were open,
every answer still unspoken?
Maybe nothing pulled us through—
I was free, and so were you.
[Male spoken]
What if time never moved?
[Female spoken]
Then maybe we were moving through it.
[Male]
And the next line?
[Female]
Leave it blank.
[Male]
Why?
[Female whisper]
So we can choose it.
[Pre-Chorus – alternating]
[Male]
No prophecy.
[Female]
No written fate.
[Male]
No reason we were meant to wait.
[Female]
A thousand roads we never knew.
[Both]
And still—
I see you.
[Chorus – Both]
No time needed to explain this,
no future we must prove.
No ending pulling at us,
telling us which way to move.
Leave the page completely open.
Let tomorrow bring something new.
I don't need to know
where this is going.
I only know—
I see you.
I see you too.
[Verse 3 – Male]
Maybe I was never chasing
something waiting far ahead.
Maybe every step was choosing
what the next line of me said.
[Verse 4 – Female]
Maybe I was never waiting
somewhere at the end of time.
Maybe we were simply writing
from two sides of the same line.
[Spoken – Male]
Did we find the way?
[Spoken – Female]
Maybe there was never only one.
[Male]
Then how did we get here?
[Female]
We chose the next step.
[Male]
And after that?
[Female, smiling]
I don't need to know yet.
[Bridge – heartbeat rising]
[Male]
Possibility stayed open.
[Female]
Love showed the way.
[Male]
But love didn't make the choice.
[Female]
No.
[Both]
We did.
[Final Chorus – soaring duet]
No time needed to explain this,
no destiny to prove.
No hand above the page
deciding what we're meant to do.
Leave the page completely open.
Let tomorrow choose anew.
Out of endless possibilities,
I still choose to see you.
[Male]
I see you.
[Female]
I see you too.
[Both]
And if tomorrow gives another page,
we'll meet it when we do.
No script.
No final line.
Just an open page—
and something
we chose to write.
[Outro – heartbeat, Female whisper]
The page was blank.
[Male whisper]
So we wrote one line.
[Female]
And left the next one open.
[Both, whisper]
I see you