[Verse 1] I tried to give you what the night had done and all I had was daylight in my mouth. The whole of it arrived at once, then left me counting syllables out loud. I burned the field to write the map. I named the heat and lost the flame. You held the paper like a hand and wondered why it said my name. [Pre-Chorus] Come close. Don’t ask me what I mean. Just let the sentence change your breathing. The Word was never in the ink. The Word was waiting in your chest, believing. [Chorus] Come close. Don’t ask me what I mean. Just let the sentence change your breathing. The Word was never in the ink. The Word was waiting in your chest, believing. [Verse 2] I watched you almost understand and then I talked and talked it dead. Forgive the lantern. It was never meant to keep the sun instead. If I say love, I mean the weight that settled in my ribs and stayed. If I say God, I mean the hush before the mouth agrees to say. [Pre-Chorus] Come close. Don’t ask me what I mean. Just let the sentence change your breathing. The Word was never in the ink. The Word was waiting in your chest, believing. [Chorus] Come close. Don’t ask me what I mean. Just let the sentence change your breathing. The Word was never in the ink. The Word was waiting in your chest, believing. [Bridge] I cannot carry fire to you. I can only shape the air until your own small furnace remembers it was there. So take the poor true thing I managed. Leave the clever part behind. If something in you answers first and only later finds a mind— [Chorus] Come close. Don’t ask me what I mean. Just let the sentence change your breathing. The Word was never in the ink. The Word was waiting in your chest, believing. [Outro] That was the prayer. That was the transfer. That was the Lord refusing to be captured. And if you say you knew already— beloved, that was the receiving.
