04 — LET THE SKY CORRECT ME Voice: Hypatia [Style: Cinematic folk rock; precise fingerpicking, restless fiddle, piano, gradual drums. 96 BPM, E minor to G major.] [Verse 1] I drew an orbit on a napkin, Put my coffee on the sun. You said the heavens prove your story; I said, “Show me how it’s done.” Past the glass, a little daughter Watched a rocket split the blue. Let her ask the hardest question. Give her instruments and room. [Chorus] Let the sky correct me, Let the numbers change my song. I can love a thing completely And discover I was wrong. Keep the window open, Keep the lamp beside the door. Every honest answer leaves us Something worth exploring more. [Verse 2] Now a screen can paint a witness To a thing that never came. Give a rumor perfect cheekbones, Give a falsehood someone’s name. Take the time to trace the telling, Who recorded, what was seen. Truth deserves the patient labor Of the hands that keep it clean. [Bridge] Let the girl finish speaking. Let the evidence be heard. When a crowd demands your silence, Keep a place for one more word. [Final chorus — repeat; major lift] [Outro] Tomorrow, bring your questions. We’ll draw the sky again.
