Albert Camus

Verse 1

Albert walked where the white sun burned,

with dust in his shoes and no return.

The sea kept laughing against the stone,

like it knew we were born alone.

He said the world won’t answer why,

no hidden hand behind the sky.

Still someone stands where the streetlights hum,

holding to nothing, but holding on.

Chorus

Holding to nothing,

nothing but breath,

nothing but morning

rising from death.

No final meaning,

no holy song,

just the absurd

and the will to go on.

Verse 2

A man rolls his stone up a merciless hill,

knowing it falls, climbing it still.

Not for heaven, not for reward,

not for the mercy of any lord.

In the silence after every prayer,

there’s a cigarette burning in the air.

And the heart says yes to the empty dawn,

holding to nothing, but holding on.

Chorus

Holding to nothing,

nothing but breath,

nothing but morning

rising from death.

No final meaning,

no holy song,

just the absurd

and the will to go on.

Bridge

If the universe is deaf and blind,

then we make fire with our own minds.

If there’s no road and no command,

we draw the line with a trembling hand.

And maybe freedom is not to know,

but to love the light before it goes.

To face the void without a crown,

and never let the stone stay down.

Final Chorus

Holding to nothing,

nothing but breath,

nothing but morning

rising from death.

No final meaning,

no holy song,

just the absurd

and the will to go on.

Outro

Albert smiled at the breaking sun,

said, “The struggle itself is enough, my son.”

And someone laughed where the night was gone,

holding to nothing,

but holding on.