The Man Who Held The Kiss Trinket (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Music Box / Distant Choir Static] There was a man. There was a hand. There was a moment that learned how to stand. [pause] Everyone remembers the door. Nobody remembers the hallway. [Verse 1] He carried silver in his pocket And weather in his bones Walked beside a thousand voices Still somehow walked alone They painted him in midnight They carved him into blame They took a living breathing person And sharpened him into a name The night had many footsteps The stars were watching too But history kept one photograph And cropped away the view [Pre-Chorus] Was he holding out a warning? Was he holding out a wound? Was the ending already written Before the ink was on the moon? [Chorus] The man who held the kiss Was he already gone? Did history write his name Before the morning came? The man who held the kiss Still hears the angels hiss Or maybe all he wanted... Was someone to forgive [Verse 2] The mirror kept his heartbeat The mirror knew his face The mirror never called him By the title they replaced A mother knew a child once A friend knew someone real Before a single moment Became the only thing they feel The hand that gave the signal The mouth that gave the sign The second that became forever The forever that became a crime [pause] Funny little human trick. Take a whole lifetime. Keep one frame. [Pre-Chorus] Was he made of broken pieces? Was he made of borrowed plans? Was he just a person drowning With a universe in his hands? [Chorus] The man who held the kiss Was he already gone? Did history write his name Before the morning came? The man who held the kiss Still hears the angels hiss Or maybe all he wanted... Was someone to forgive [Bridge – Half-Sung / Spoken / Layered Whispers] A kiss can be a promise. A kiss can be a knife. A kiss can be the tiny little doorway Between a person and a life. And somewhere in the silence Between the gold and dust A man became a symbol... Before he became just us. [pause] Do symbols get lonely? Do statues miss their skin? Do stories ever apologize For the people trapped within? [Break – Fractured Music Box / Whisper Choir] Name him. Blame him. Save him. Erase him. Turn him into something That nobody can face. Hold him. Hate him. Remember. Forget. A thousand years of fingers Still pulling at the thread. [Verse 3] I found an old forgotten artifact Covered up in blue It whispered, “I was somebody Before they made me you.” A shadow with a heartbeat A villain with a voice A person standing somewhere Between a prison and a choice Maybe every human story Leaves a piece behind Maybe every final judgment Misses something it can’t find [Final Chorus] The man who held the kiss Was he already gone? Did history write his name Before the morning came? The man who held the kiss Still hears the angels hiss Or maybe all he wanted... Was someone to forgive The man who held the kiss Was he a hand or was he a man? Was he a chapter ending Or a story we misunderstood again? The man who held the kiss Still lives inside the myth But somewhere underneath it... There was somebody else beneath [Outro – Music Box Slows] There was a man. There was a hand. There was a moment That learned how to stand. [pause] The kiss stayed forever. The man... ...did not. (sad laughter) [End]