(Intimate, close-mic’d, raspy, sparse acoustic picking)
My keys are sitting on the kitchen wood
Where we left every 'sorry' we never understood.
Three damn years of fighting in the dark,
Striking wet matches, begging for a spark.
Now the house is quiet, the air is cold and clear,
There’s no place to run to, no reason to fear.
(Pre-Chorus)
(Grit builds, chest voice, steady foot-stomp heartbeat)
There’s a mountain of wreckage sitting right on the floor
And we don't carry weapons into this house anymore.
You pull off your armor, drop it down on the pine,
And I stop playing bitter, stop drawing the line.
(Chorus)
(Full raw vocal burst, driving strumming, deep bass & piano)
This time it’s raw, this time it’s bare
No silver tongues, no fake despair.
We’re pulling off the masks, tearing down the pride
Standing in the wreckage with nowhere left to hide.
I don’t know if we make it to the morning light
Or if we’re just two ghosts walking into the night—
But taking down the wall, letting truth collide,
God, it feels good just to be on this side.
(Verse 2)
(Volume drops, fingerpicking, quiet grounded bass)
Your eyes are bruised, and I know mine are too
Two souls who bled what was honest and true.
We used to run on poison, rushing to mend,
Trading cheap bandaids just to reach the end.
Now we’re sitting in the silence, letting every second bleed,
No promises to stay, no threats that we need.
(Pre-Chorus)
(Rising tension, faster delivery, swelling organ)
Yeah, the damage is heavy, and the river runs deep
All the sacred vows we were too weak to keep.
But you look right through me, no shield in your hand,
And for the very first time, we both understand.
(Chorus)
(Gritty soulful power, percussive full rhythm section)
This time it’s raw, this time it’s bare
No silver tongues, no fake despair.
We’re pulling off the masks, tearing down the pride
Standing in the wreckage with nowhere left to hide.
I don’t know if we make it to the morning light
Or if we’re just two ghosts walking into the night—
But taking down the wall, letting truth collide,
God, it feels good just to be on this side.
(Bridge)
(Staccato, peak intensity, stomp-clap rhythm, heavy slaps)
It’s not a clean slate. It’s not an easy fix.
We’re building a fire out of broken sticks.
It’s a long, slow walk through a dark, heavy room,
Facing up to the ashes, staring down the doom.
Slow down the pulse... let the heartbeat drive...
We ain't fighting to win—we’re just fighting to survive.
(Instrumental Break)
(Gritty slide guitar riff, bluesy, dropping to low pulse)
(Final Chorus)
(Max dynamic explosion, rough vocal harmonies, full band)
Yeah, this time it’s raw, this time it’s bare!
We buried the ghosts that brought us to despair.
Stripping down the pride, pulling off every mask,
Living in the truth, no matter what it asks!
I don’t know where we land when the sun starts to rise,
If we patch up the roof or just say our goodbyes—
But taking off the guard, letting truth collide,
It feels so damn good... just to be o
Symmetry
