Hands Up at 3:17

[Verse 1] The clock reads three seventeen above the bar. A small rhythm gathers where the long day ends. I keep my hands steady and listen for the change. [Pre-Chorus] Our hands rise exactly when the low end returns. We make no promise louder than we can keep. [Chorus] Hands Up at 3:17, stay with me through the turning. Hands Up at 3:17, say the thing the dark could not erase. Let the final line arrive in its own time. We will know the way by how the last word lands. [Verse 2] The hour moves forward, leaving room around the truth. I meet it without hurry, without dressing it in gold. What was only distance becomes a road beneath us. What was only silence finds a voice and finds a home. [Bridge] No borrowed thunder, no convenient ending. Only breath, only ground, only one clear name. [Final Chorus] Hands Up at 3:17, stay with me through the turning. Let the final line arrive in its own time. We will know the way by how the last word lands.