[Intro | twin guitar harmonics | D-F-E-C-A motif] [Verse 1 | clipped gutturals | tightly muted riff | dry drums] A wrist too small to hold the band. Black letters curl against the skin. We choose a sound and write it down, Then speak as if we've looked within. [Silence | full-band stop | one beat] [Verse 1 Continued | gutturals | jagged unison accents] We label muscle, tooth and bone. Each has a place upon the chart. We turn the page to find a self. The paper doesn't have that part. [Pre-Chorus | harsh-to-clean transition | ascending guitar tension] Flesh into words. Ink into fact. We call it someone. Who answers back? [Silence | full-band stop | one beat] [Chorus | soaring clean tenor | half-time drums | layered legato leads] When does a body become someone? What changes when the naming's done? You say my name. I turn to you. Is that enough to make it true? You have a word for what you see. How much of that is knowing me? [Interlude | interlocking guitar leads | fragmented D-F-E-C-A motif] [Verse 2 | tightly wound gutturals | staccato bass and guitars] They pass my photograph around: "His father's mouth. His mother's eyes." I watch them find familiar parts And call the finished list a life. [Silence | full-band stop | one beat] [Verse 2 Continued | gutturals | sharper stop-start accents] They ask me who I am today. I give the sound they taught me first. The whole reply fits in one breath. It doesn't tell them where it hurts. [Pre-Chorus | strained clean tenor | rising snare accents] Flesh into words. Ink into fact. We call it someone. Who answers back? [Silence | full-band stop | one beat] [Chorus | belted tenor | stacked harmonies | overlapping guitar leads] When does a body become someone? What changes when the naming's done? You say my name. I turn to you. Is that enough to make it true? You have a word for what you see. How much of that is knowing me? [Bridge | fragile clean tenor | felt piano | D-F-E-C-A motif] Give me a name I've never heard. I'll learn to turn toward that one, too. My tongue still finds the same chipped tooth. What changed in me? What changed in you? [Solo | layered legato guitars | long-note motif | building drums] [Silence | full-band choke | two beats] [Final Chorus | soaring tenor | three-part harmonies | full drums] When does a body become someone? What changes when the naming's done? You say my name. I turn to you. Is that enough to make it true? You have a word for what you see. How much of that is knowing me? [Post-Chorus | sustained tenor | guttural responses | twin guitar leads] When does a body become someone? (WHO ANSWERS BACK?) What changes when the naming's done? (WHO ANSWERS BACK?) [Outro | exposed clean tenor | single guitar motif] You called. I turned. What did you learn? [End | guitar motif cut before its final note]
