[Hopeful, airy interlude — soft keys, distant synth swell]
(instrumental only)
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[Verse 1 — hushed, intimate]
I was lying in the dust, under centuries of quiet,
Hollowed by the waiting, by the echo of the riot.
But you… you laid your hands upon the ruin I became,
And every fracture shifted when you whispered out my name.
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[Pre-Chorus — building, rhythmic]
Love is delicate—
a tremor in the bones beneath the skin,
A quiet resurrection pulling life from where it’s been.
If these remnants speak,
let them bleed the truth you gave me,
Every broken piece in harmony, engraving—
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[Chorus — soaring, emotional]
Show my bones… let them rise with everything you left in me,
All the hollow places filled with your divinity.
If the world unearths the body I became,
May they hear your heartbeat
in the marrow of my name.
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[Bridge — electronic pulse, falsetto to grit]
Pain becomes a lantern
when the night is absolute.
Hope becomes a river
running through the resolute.
I carry both; they fuse in quiet symmetry,
Past and present tangled in a soft, unfolding liturgy.
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[Break — lonely piano, whispered]
I still feel your warmth
in the cooling of the dust…
In the quiet of the grave,
your touch is what I trust.
Love beyond the body,
love beyond the abyss—
If my bones are all that’s left,
let them testify to this.
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[Chorus — final, heavier / more intense]
Show my bones… let them rise with everything you left in me,
All the hollow spaces singing with your energy.
If the world unearths the body I became,
May they hear your heartbeat
in the marrow of my name.
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[Outro — soft, echoing, existential]
And if they find me sleeping
in the soil I outgrew,
Know the life within my silence
still belongs to you.
Carved into my spirit,
held beyond control—
Even after death,
you are written in my soul.
[Intense, emotional music swells]
Bones of our love, they’ll never disappear!
Echoes of passion, they’ll always hear!
Even in death, we find a way!
Love living on, history will say!
Atlantica
