Red sun, fading light,
End or beginning, both in sight.
Stars falling silent, angels gone,
Voices of warning, calling me on.
Trial after trial,
memories blur and sway.
Fear of the ending,
fear I won’t find my way.
The path is a doorway,
and the door is a gate,
Lost in inner ramblings,
I play with my fate.

[Chorus 1 – I]
I do what I’m doin’,
and I play my little song.
I keep my steady rhythm,
even when it feels so long.

[Verse 2]
The voices grow softer,
can barely hear the sound.
They tell me to hurry,
the end is coming ’round.
Step through the doorway,
it shines through you from a well.
If you remain where you are now,
you’ll stay in earth’s own hell.
“Can’t do it,” I whisper.
“I’m right here,” she sings.
And angels have a melody —
you know it’s truth she brings.
Take a breath so steady,
the silence rolling in.
singing in my head,
kindred in spirit, a voice of a hymn:

“Once peace within me starts to dwell, I can traverse all paths — I'd calmly go through every hell.

[Chorus 2 – We]
We do what we’re doin’,
and we play our little song.
We keep a steady rhythm,
and together we stay strong.

[Verse 3]
You don’t want to go through it,
but you can...
you tell it, softly, hesitant.
Lights flicker back again.
You squeeze and you struggle,
your heartbeat racing on,
shrouding this unfolding stillness,
you are beginning to lose your song.
“Are you still there?”
I ask my angel,
with hopeful, brittle voice.
“I will never leave you,”
an anchor in the noise.
I push again with all my strength,
soft hope in my eyes.
Something’s coming closer;
I feel a bright power rise.
Reaching out to catch me —
oh?!
They can’t grab me in my night.

[Chorus 3 – They]
They do what they’re doin’,
and they hum their divine sound.
They keep a steady rhythm,
lifting everything around.

[Verse 4]
I feel the weight upon me,
my body growing weak.
She’s watching as I falter,
my courage gone to sleep.
“Let me have a try,”
a voice from elsewhere calls.
The gate grows dense and wider
as silent wonder falls.
Then softly, “I can do this,”
truth that isn’t mine.
He pulls me through the threshold,
beyond the crossing line.
My heartbeat slows down gently —
am I on the other side?
The world looks just the same,
but there’s no fear inside.
“You are the creator,” he tells me,
as if stating something true.
“But you see, it’s more complicated —
for I’m one two.”
I’m shaken by the knowing,
the truth begins to rise.
How could I forget this?
Is the truth too wide?
A shiver, a whisper —
what if it’s all real?
Me, a god in the making,
with a heart that learns to feel.
Soft blows in my mind
echo through my head,
pictures worth forgettin’,
but I feel what they have said.
Yet he is 1 2 —
isn’t that what he said?
Two sides of a single coin, perhaps…
Not one God — two sides instead.

[Chorus 4 – She]
He does what he’s doin’,
and he sings his divine song.
He keeps his steady rhythm,
and he helps me carry on.

[Verse 5]
Memories are dancing,
I linger for a while,
Womanhood’s no fairytale,
and I, I keep a smile.
Creation can be tiring,
nothing works as planned,
And when you try it honest,
you break more than you mend.
“That’s it — I quit.!” —
“You got a plan?”
“Yes,” he replies softly,
“Tell me where we stand.”

[Chorus 5 – You]
You do what you’re doin’,
and I’ll play my little song.
You keep your steady rhythm,
and I’ll bring the groove along.

[Solo]

[Outro]
So, people, do what you’re doing,
and I’ll drop you my own beat.
Stay in your own rhythm,
and my groove will move your feet.