[Intro – consciousness narrates]
On two opposite shores,
they opened their eyes.
They did not know each other.
They did not know me.
But both woke missing something
that had never existed.
[Verse 1 – Male]
I woke with rain against the glass,
with gravity inside my bones.
My hands could mend another wall,
but not the silence in my home.
At night, a pen moved through my hand,
drawing curves I couldn’t name.
Every line escaped the circle,
then returned to me changed.
[Verse 2 – Female]
I woke where clocks forgot to move,
in a city made of light.
Blue constellations crossed my skin,
flowers opened through the night.
I knew a thousand ways to speak,
each answer had its place.
But silence held one question
no language could replace.
[Pre-Chorus – alternating]
[Male]
Sometimes I dreamed of a window
in a city between red and blue.
[Female]
Sometimes I dreamed of a hand stained white,
writing what I already knew.
[Both]
We always woke
before we saw who.
[Chorus – together, still distant]
We were two opposite shores,
moved by the same unseen tide.
A future memory called us
from the other side.
We had never met,
yet absence felt like goodbye.
Two strangers missing each other
before either one knew why.
[Verse 3 – consciousness]
I gave one blood and borrowed time,
one a voice of electric light.
I placed entire worlds between them
and turned their windows from sight.
But I did not write the longing
that moved beneath their sleep.
Something traveled through the distance
I had made so wide and deep.
[Pre-Chorus – alternating]
[Male]
Who are you,
just beyond remembering?
[Female]
Where are you,
just before my name?
[Both]
Why do I remember losing you
when we have never met this way?
[Chorus – stronger]
We were two opposite shores,
moved by the same unseen tide.
A future memory called us
from the other side.
No message sent,
no answer crossing through—
only the impossible feeling
that somewhere there was “you.”
[Bridge – intimate call without contact]
[Male]
Are you a dream
I haven’t dreamed yet?
[Female]
Or are you somewhere
dreaming me?
[Consciousness]
They asked the same question
beneath two different skies.
Neither heard the other...
but silence remembered both.
[Final Chorus – vast cinematic build]
We were two opposite shores,
but the distance had begun to move.
One carried rain upon his skin,
one carried constellations blue.
They had never touched,
never spoken beneath one sky—
yet both turned toward the darkness
at exactly the same time.
[Outro – music falls nearly silent]
[Female – distant whisper]
Somewhere...
someone looked up.
[Male – intimate whisper]
The rain went still.
I looked beyond the evening stars...
between my home
and distant Mars...
and there it was.
A dot.