Unquiet Stone

[Verse 1]
The silence held its breath, a stone-cold weight inside.
But a seismic shift began, nowhere left to hide.
Astoria foghorns fading, a tremor in the air,
Shaking off the quiet, breaking through the gray despair.

[Chorus]
I’m the bedrock’s hum, no turning it low.
This is the sound I make, watch the fault lines grow.
Let the old world tremble, let my echo roam.
This unquiet stone is finding its way home.

[Verse 2]
The grit beneath my boots, where old timbers decay,
Told me stories whispered, of just fading away.
But the pressure builds within, like mountains reaching high,
Breaking through the surface, beneath a stormy sky.

[Chorus]
I’m the bedrock’s hum, no turning it low.
This is the sound I make, watch the fault lines grow.
Let the old world tremble, let my echo roam.
This unquiet stone is finding its way home.

[Bridge]
They want the smooth surface, polished and clean.
But the deepest strata holds the wildest scene.
I won't apologize for where my roots are bound,
For the tectonic rhythm, rumbling underground.

[Outro]
No turning it low, no turning it low.
Watch the fault lines grow.