[Verse 1] I gave the ghost a melody It gave a hundred back I showed it all my scattered thoughts It filled the missing cracks The songs I couldn’t orchestrate The scenes I couldn’t draw Suddenly came pouring out Like they were there all along [Chorus] Teach the ghost to sing Teach the wires how to dream Turn the silence into color Turn the impossible to screen But if the ghost can sing like me And paint the things I see Tell me what remains That only I can be [Verse 2] I know the fear is older Than every tool we’ve made The camera frightened painters The synthesizer frightened stages Still this feels different somehow Like the mirror learned to speak And every time I teach it something It teaches something back to me [Bridge] Maybe art was never labor Maybe worth was never skill Maybe making means deciding What deserves existence still So I’ll choose the strange directions I’ll provide the crooked spark If the machine can hold the lantern I’ll decide where we walk [Final Chorus] Teach the ghost to sing Let it amplify the sound I don’t have to be the instrument To choose what gathers round
