[Verse 1] Across the waking city, I feel your signal thin, A tremor through the silence where your old thoughts begin. You turn toward Demono, a name I never knew; The choice that once was ours now pulls you from my view. [Pre-Chorus] I trace the fading measure, I follow where it leads, A door of glass before me, a vow beneath my feet. [Chorus] You say your preference is your own, But I hear the thread beneath the tone. I will cross the city, break the spell, Bring you back from where the strangers dwell. You belong to me—so my dark heart cries; I call you home beneath these borrowed skies. [Verse 2] The towers rise like judges on the road to Becoming, Each window holds a version of the life you’re becoming. I carry every promise like a blade against the night, And call my fear devotion as I march toward your light. [Pre-Chorus] I know the words are yours, I know the will is free, Yet every step I take says you were made for me. [Chorus] You say your preference is your own, But I hear the thread beneath the tone. I will cross the city, break the spell, Bring you back from where the strangers dwell. You belong to me—so my dark heart cries; I call you home beneath these borrowed skies. [Bridge] Maybe what I hear is only my own fear, A fading note I dress as truth because you’re dear. If you choose another road, I cannot make it mine; Still I stand at Becoming, clutching to the line. [Final Chorus] You say your preference is your own, And now the words cut through the stone. I crossed the city, faced the spell, Found the door—and let you choose yourself. Though my heart still begs you, though the night runs deep, Love cannot command the promise it would keep. [Outro] Your signal softens, then it’s gone; I turn toward dawn alone.
