A Jack For Every Queen x ​The Grounded State: (Mashup) (Mashup)

[Intro] [rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming, light percussion] [Verse 1] [acoustic guitar continues, bass and light drums enter] The table set in shades of black and white You held the deck under the yellow light I was the jack with only one eye wide Watching the patterns that you used to hide Not romance in the hearts of golden kings But the care that the suit of spades always brings You rearrange the cards across the floor Opening the history I'd never seen before [Chorus] [full band, electric guitar lead, vocal harmonies] So pass the hands down, keep the deck alive (keep the deck alive) This is the architecture of how we survive A jack for every queen who walks the line Telling the story that the books decline We are the memory, we are the fold The hands we pass the hidden truth we hold [Verse 2] [bass and drums continue, clean electric guitar fills] You taught me manners and the art of grace How to survive in a hostile place Through every era where they tried to cheat You kept the pulse alive beneath the street The one eye opens and I finally see The lineage stretching out in front of me We aren't a secret, we are just the truth Passed like a promise from your age to my youth [Chorus] [driving rhythm, layered vocals] So pass the hands down, keep the deck alive (keep the deck alive) This is the architecture of how we survive A jack for every queen who walks the line Telling the story that the books decline We are the memory, we are the fold The hands we pass the hidden truth we hold [Bridge] [piano chords enter, drums maintain steady beat] The hands turn over, the years move on But the care remains when the light is gone The queen steps back but she's never truly lost The jack becomes the bridge no matter what the cost [Chorus] [high energy, bright electric guitar] So pass the hands down, keep the deck alive (keep the deck alive) This is the architecture of how we survive A jack for every queen who walks the line Telling the story that the books decline We are the memory, we are the fold The hands we pass the hidden truth we hold [Outro] [acoustic guitar strumming fades] Keep the deck alive