Intro — instrumental, building from a single repeating guitar figure
Verse 1
Born at the baseline
Coiled and still
The serve unwinds like smoke
Against the will
Two bodies lean
Into the pull
The court breathes in
Before it's full
Verse 2
Forward now
The ground gives way
Feet finding lines
That shift and sway
The kitchen calls
Like a tide coming in
We drift toward the net
And the dance begins
Movement
Every step a conversation
Movement
Every shift an answer back
Movement
The court is just the floor beneath us
Movement
Forward, back, and forward
Into the attack
Verse 3
The lob hangs high
Against the sky
Two shadows chase
What floats above
Backpedal fast
The court grows wide
Switch and recover
Stride for stride
Verse 4
The poach cuts through
Like a knife through air
One side empties
The other fills the square
Cover the middle
Hold the line
Two bodies moving
In and out of time
Movement
Every step a conversation
Movement
Every shift an answer back
Movement
The court is just the floor beneath us
Movement
Forward, back, and forward
Into the attack
Bridge
sparse, almost spoken
Nobody called the steps
Nobody counted the beats
The court just pulled
And we followed
Forward into pressure
Back into space
Reading the geometry
Of each other's weight
This is the oldest dance
No music needed
Just the ball
And the space between
— — —
Instrumental Break
full psychedelic bloom — Cream meets Floyd
Final Verse
quieter, almost reverent
Now the point is over
The bodies still
Two strangers catching breath
Against the will
Of gravity and motion
Of flight and fall
The court exhales
And waits
To call
Outro — opening guitar figure returns · fades to silence