[Verse 1] Write your truth, exhale Come back to me They said the gods were dead But I still hear knees In the tile, in the steam In the mouth of night My shadow remits Illuminated white The body is the only church I know I touch my ribs like stained glass Breathing is the only prayer I know And I let it pass [Pre-Chorus] What we buried Still moves What we named as ruin Breaks through Arcane hands On the wound Lies don't stay When the air turns blue [Chorus] Breathe back to me Breathe back to me The dead don't hold me Breathe back to me My body knows My body knows The truth comes open In the rise and close [Verse 2] Carry what I couldn't hold Till my arms went thin When will babies come pre-wired With the fear within Changed by distances I'll never see A sweet kind slavery Dressed as symmetry Keep us connected Keep us intertwined Feed us little mirrors Till we lose our mind But under all that static Under all that glass There's a voice in the marrow Saying nothing lasts [Pre-Chorus] What we buried Still moves What we named as ruin Breaks through Arcane hands On the wound Lies don't stay When the air turns blue [Chorus] Breathe back to me Breathe back to me The dead don't hold me Breathe back to me My body knows My body knows The truth comes open In the rise and close [Bridge] I was taught to vanish To call it grace I was taught to obey And keep my face But the pulse in my throat Won't sign the form It keeps a little fire In the storm [Final Chorus] Breathe back to me Breathe back to me The dead don't hold me Breathe back to me My body knows My body knows The truth comes open In the rise and close Breathe back to me Breathe back to me The body is a church And I'm coming home [Outro] dont worship the stars until you know what you are. (breath) [Drop the drums to a brushed kick and soft snare ghost notes; keep the bass rounded and slow, sitting under the vocal like a pulse monitor.] [Breathe the pad wider each bar, add a faint tape hiss, and let a clean electric guitar hang on one high note with slow vibrato.] [Bring in a low cello line doubling the root on the last two phrases, then let a piano play open fifths with the sustain pedal half-down.] [On the final "coming home," pull the vocal back, stack a wordless harmony underneath, and let the reverbs bloom for two full measures.] [End with just the room tone, a muted tom hit, and the piano lid squeak if it feels real enough.]
