歌詞

Eight paths cross on an island breeze

Crickets hum in minor keys

Stones remember steps before

Patterns etched from shore to shore

Not a straight line, not a rule

I move in eights — quiet and cool

This rhythm isn’t even, love —

It breaks, it flows, it turns above

A metre lost, a beat regained

In every breath, I feel your name

There’s a tree with eight low limbs

Each a road, a tale, a hymn

I took the fifth, then turned to three

Still found you waiting next to me

You never spoke in simple time

But every pause was still a sign

This rhythm isn’t even, love —

It sways, it slips, it sings of us

No rule to keep, no clock to fight

Just drifting close in fading light

Eight moments stretched across the tide

A meter bent, a soul untried

No map to hold, no place to end

Just where you are, and where I bend

This rhythm isn’t ever wrong

It’s where our shadows both belong

I count in eights, I move askew —

But every turn still leads to you