(Sound of faint, processed paper unfolding, distant water)

(Hmmmm...)

Another late night in the archives' musty glow

Yellowed paper tells me where the currents flow... a century ago

Tracing contours with a fingertip so light

This cartographer's ghost haunts me tonight

You're mapping clouds, a world away in flight

While I'm down here, anchored by fading ink 'neath halogen light.

Remember that beach clean-up? North Point sun so bright...

Felt something shift, something finally... right. (Sighs)

And I pull out this chart, fragile and thin, smells like salt and time

Show it to you, don't know where to begin

You see the data, the points to overlay (Yeah)

I see the warnings, the lines washed away...

Tracing lines on this paper sea [Smooth Legatos]

Where the sandbars shift, like you and me [Emotional Cracks?]

Can we build on ground that disappears?

These Sandbar Promises feed my fears. [Emotive Whispers]

Yeah, these Sandbar Promises... whisper in my ears.

Your drone footage, sharp and crystal clear

Shows the coastline changing, year by rapid year.

You say "Look, Maya, evolution's beauty, see?"

But the erosion looks like instability... to me.

[Intimate Vocal Proximity] [Analytical Aside] (Or maybe that's just my lens, you see?)

Love the way you chase the sunset, wild and free

But does that freedom leave shifting space for me?

Is your love a snapshot, beautiful but brief?

Or a landmark standing, solid in my belief? (Don't know...)

And I smooth out this chart, handle with care

Wish the lines were solid, the path was clear somewhere

You see potential, a future to design (Uh huh)

I see the hazards buried in each line...

Tracing lines on this paper sea [Smooth Legatos]

Where the sandbars shift, like you and me [Emotional Cracks?]

Can we build on ground that disappears?

These Sandbar Promises feed my fears. [Emotive Whispers]

Yeah, these Sandbar Promises... ringing in my ears.

Is this foundation water, silt, and sand?

A love built where solid ground was never planned?

Every touch feels real, every kiss feels true

[Analytical Aside] (Least, that's the story I'm clinging to)

But this unlabeled future... terrifies me.

What coordinates define us? Where do we land?

Is this map a promise, or just lines drawn by hand?

Tracing lines on this paper sea... (Oh...)

Where the sandbars shift... just like you and me... [Emotional Cracks?]

[Bridge Fragment - Intense] What coordinates define us?! Where do we land?!

These Sandbar Promises... [Emotive Whispers] they leave no solid land... [Abrupt End]

(Abrupt silence after final line/chord, cutting off reverb tail)

You say " Look, Maya, evolution's beauty, see?"

But the erosion looks like instability... to me.

[ Intimate Vocal Proximity] [ Analytical Aside] ( Or maybe that's just my lens, you see?)

Love the way you chase the sunset, wild and free

But does that freedom leave shifting space for me?

Is your love a snapshot, beautiful but brief?

Or a landmark standing, solid in my belief? ( Don't know...)

And I smooth out this chart, handle with care

Wish the lines were solid, the path was clear somewhere

But the erosion looks like instability... to me.

[ Intimate Vocal Proximity] [ Analytical Aside] ( Or maybe that's just my lens, you see?)

Love the way you chase the sunset, wild and free

But does that freedom leave shifting space for me?

Is your love a snapshot, beautiful but brief?

Or a landmark standing, solid in my belief? ( Don't know...)

And I smooth out this chart, handle with care

Wish the lines were solid, the path was clear somewhere

You see potential, a future to design ( Uh huh)

I see the hazards buried in each line...

Tracing lines on this paper sea [Smooth Legatos]

Can we build on ground that disappears?

These Sandbar Promises feed my fears. [Emotive Whispers]

Yeah, these Sandbar Promises... ringing in my ears.

Is this foundation water, silt, and sand?

A love built where solid ground was never planned?

Every touch feels real, every kiss feels true

Yeah, these Sandbar Promises... ringing in my ears.

Is this foundation water, silt, and sand?

A love built where solid ground was never planned?

Every touch feels real, every kiss feels true

[ Analytical Aside] ( Least, that's the story I'm clinging to)

But this unlabeled future... terrifies me.

What coordinates define us? Where do we land?

Is this map a promise, or just lines drawn by hand?

Tracing lines on this paper sea... ( Oh...)

Where the sandbars shift... just like you and me... [ Emotional Cracks?]

[Bridge Fragment - Intense] What coordinates define us?! Where do we land?!

These Sandbar Promises... [Emotive Whispers] they leave no solid land... [Abrupt End]

(Abrupt silence after final line/chord, cutting off reverb tail)