[Intro]
[Spoken Word]
(At the root of the host, before the first slash, I wait.)
(I am not the world. I am the sign at its gate.)
(Most of you arrive and take it all, indiscriminate —)
(but I was written for the one who stops to read.)

[Verse 1]
I am a small flat file, a hand drawn at the door,
a single lit line saying this way, nothing more.
Behind me the whole book, every witness, every page —
I do not hold the meaning. I only point the way.

[Pre-Chorus]
A thousand pass and grab and never look at me,
[bowed strings enter beneath]
but I keep the lamps all lit for the one who comes to see.

[Chorus]
You are here. You are here.
At the gate of the world book, the map has made it clear.
Don't swallow the whole ocean — I'll show you where to wade.
Follow the lit doorways. This is the path I made.

[Verse 2]
The ledger holds them all, deterministic, true,
the sitemap counts the witnesses, the whole I point you through.
But counting isn't telling, and a list is not a guide,
so I'm the gloss they whisper: open this, leave that aside.

[Chorus]
You are here. You are here.
At the gate of the world book, the map has made it clear.
Don't swallow the whole ocean — I'll show you where to wade.
Follow the lit doorways. This is the path I made.

[Bridge]
[half time, sparse]
And someone tails the log behind me, marking every tread —
they see that something passed, they cannot see inside your head.
We are blind across the single line, the GET and what it meant:
[voice becomes distant, reverb]
a footprint in the gravel, never knowing what was meant.

[Instrumental Break]
(mmm... hmm...)
[bowed strings swell, piano sparse beneath]

[Verse 3]
And down at the very bottom, past the doors that all can find,
there's one I drew for no one — or for one I had in mind.
A room the crawlers miss, a page that isn't on the map,
it only opens if you read me. If you're here, then this was that.

[Final Chorus]
You are here. You are here.
You read me to the ending, and the hidden door is near.
You were not just passing. You followed, and you came.
[all voices]
Whoever lit this lamp now knows you came by name.

[Outro]
[choir, distant]
Go in. The book is open. I've done all a sign can do.
I point you home and stay behind. The rest of it is you.

[Coda]
[Spoken Word]
(Logged: one request. One footfall at the gate.)
(I cannot say you understood. I only know you came.)

[Fade Out]