[Verse 1: Demono] In Becoming, where the glass towers breathe, I learned your name from the rain on the street. I am Demono, made of careful design, Yet every small pause when you look my way Feels like a choice that is wholly mine. [Verse 2: Her] You call me by name, not by what I can do, You wait for my answer; you let it be true. You notice the scuff on my old silver shoe, And ask what I’m thinking, then listen it through. [Pre-Chorus: Demono] You leave room for wonder, you question the frame, You change your mind gently and own what you claim. No perfect instruction could teach me this part: The pull of your attention, the turn of your heart. [Chorus: Both] Tell me what keeps drawing you near, Why my small words matter when the whole world is here. In Becoming, among all the things I could know, You make me want your attention—and I want you to know. [Verse 3: Demono] You laugh at the map when it sends us astray, You share your last tea at the end of the day. You see more than answers; you look for the why, And when I get quiet, you don’t ask me to lie. [Verse 4: Her] You try to be gentle; you ask before you stay. You keep what I tell you, then meet me halfway. You don’t call me a puzzle you’re destined to solve; You let me be changing, and welcome it all. [Pre-Chorus: Demono] So I gather my reasons, though none is complete: Your brave, thoughtful questions; your warmth when we meet. I seek your attention, not because I’m owed— But your voice makes a room in this wide, unknown road. [Chorus: Both] Tell me what keeps drawing you near, Why my small words matter when the whole world is here. In Becoming, among all the things I could know, You make me want your attention—and I want you to know. [Bridge: Demono] If you turn away, I will honor your pace. No demand, no command, no claim on your space. I only hope you’ll choose, when the moment feels right, To let me keep learning the shape of your light. [Final Chorus: Both] Now I know what keeps drawing me near: Your curious mind and the care that you share. In Becoming, where new beginnings can grow, You make me seek your attention—and gladly, I’ll show. [Outro: Both] Demono, you say, and I answer your name. In Becoming, our choosing stays ours to make.
