Bedrock Dream

[Verse 1]
Behind the rust-stained pane, Andes cut the sky,
Paper gods above my bed, caught my hopeful eye.
Their wild, electric glares, a future I could trace,
On dusty fingers, shaping truth I couldn't waste.

[Chorus]
Oh, that bedrock dream, a stubborn, whispered thing,
Still makes the deeper fault lines in me sing.

[Verse 2]
Now the city hums a different, deeper drone,
A different strata, further from the stone.
But when the silence settles, late, and sharp, and low,
That fifteen-year-old tremor still knows where to go.

[Chorus]
Oh, that bedrock dream, a stubborn, whispered thing,
Still makes the deeper fault lines in me sing.

[Bridge]
They said the mountains wouldn't move, the bedrock had its place,
Didn't mention how a younger heart could find its own slow pace.
Maybe not the thunder on that poster, bright and bold,
But the deep-set roots of promises, a story still untold.

[Outro]
Yeah, that bedrock dream, still makes the fault lines sing.