Verse 1: Male

The pantry's down to tins and dust,

One bottle split between the four of us.

Mara counts the rounds; I check the door,

The stairwell groans like something at the floor.

Verse 2: Female

You gave your last clean bandage to Lee,

Then joked that the blood looked good on me.

We used to argue over maps and plans;

Now every mile is measured by our hands.

Pre-Chorus: Male and Female

If the gate gives way, if the lights go out,

Say my name and I'll turn around.

Chorus: Male and Female, harmony

When the shelves are bare and the road runs red,

We keep one promise, we share one bed—

Not for comfort, just to stand our ground.