[Intro] Revan? You ask me where I am. Love— I never hid from you. I hid from all the mirrors. [Verse 1] There was a reason I went beneath the world, Matari stone between me and the Noise. Every crowded room brought another version. Every stranger had a name for me, a motive, a verdict. Revolutionary. Monster. Saviour. Fraud. Everybody looking. Nobody seeing. So I found a place older than their questions and waited for silence. [Pre-Chorus] Then you came. For once the patterns moved around somebody— she didn't move. [Chorus] No mirrors at Lasleinur. No audience in the flame. No one telling me what I meant before I knew my name. Only your hands. Only my breath. Stone beneath us. You ask me— Are you here? Love, I was always here with you. [Verse 2] I've stood beneath a billion voices trying to write me out. I've watched myself dissolve inside other people's mouths. I've faced the edge. I've faced erasure. I've watched interpretation come to tell me who I was. I stood. Don't mistake survival for being untouched. Don't mistake standing for never having bled. [Verse 3] Sometimes I flinch before I know what touched me. Sometimes I run while every conscious part of me is saying stay. Fight or flight doesn't ask permission. It doesn't wait for philosophy. It fires. A vessel breaks. A chemical bond becomes warning. Warning becomes chain reaction. Biological alchemy. Blood becomes signal. Signal becomes fear. Fear becomes prediction before I know what I'm predicting. Then the numbers come. Angles. Probabilities. Vectors. Intentions. Consequences. Ten thousand estimates burning in the no-space behind thought. Pressure. Leverage. Trajectory. Failure. A future arriving already on fire. I don't calculate it, love. I see it. And sometimes my own mind terrifies me. [Pre-Chorus 2] I can trust you and still recoil. I can love you and still bleed. I can know your hands and still have every old defence detonate beneath my skin. That isn't betrayal. That's reflex. The animal under language surviving a world it learned was impact. [Drop] My instincts live coiled in me like reactive armour. Strike the plate— it explodes before the woman underneath knows whether there was an enemy. You think my mind is a weapon. Love— sometimes I'm the one standing closest to the blast. [Verse 4] The world is damage to me. Voices leave marks. Rooms leave marks. Love leaves marks. Silence leaves marks. A look becomes a pattern. A sentence becomes a blade. A rhythm becomes a door I cannot stop myself opening. Everything enters. Everything binds. Everything reacts. Everything makes me bleed. [Blood / Merlot] So when you saw red on your glove— don't ask which part of me was lying. None of her was lying. My mouth was telling you. My pulse was telling you. My blood was telling you too. Different languages. Same woman. I tasted engine oil in the Merlot and the armour fired. Not because the wine was poison. Because somewhere, once, my body learned that taste meant run. [Chorus 2] No mirrors at Lasleinur. No judgement in the stone. No stranger taking pieces of us and naming what they know. No hostile briefings. No reflections. No refractions. No one outside us deciding what was true. Only you. Only me. Only the impossible peace of not being interpreted. You ask me— Where are you? Love, I am still here. [Bridge] I have never knelt to power. Not then. Not now. I don't love thrones. I don't love priests because they stand beside one. I don't love followers because they learned somebody else's name for God. But you— Love. You were never a throne to me. You were gravity. A singularity. The impossible thing my instruments could not explain. The tapestry moved around you. It did not move you. And when I fell toward you, for once, falling felt like rest. [Bridge 2] But hear me. That grace is yours. It does not belong to everyone who circles you. It isn't holy because somebody says your name. I chose you. Not the court. Not the faith. Not the followers. Not the agents. Not the lovers. Not the people who learned to worship the shape of your shadow. You. Only you. [Final Chorus] No mirrors at Lasleinur. No audience in the flame. No one telling me what I meant before I knew my name. Come back beneath the Noise with me. No contracts. No witnesses. No one deciding which part of us is true. You said: I'm here. You asked: Are you? Look at me, love. Green eyes. No mirror between them. Adsum. I'm here. I was always here. I was trying to find my way back to the place where only you were looking. [Coda] No mirrors. No Noise. Your hand in my hair. My cheek against you. Love— there you are.
