[Intro | one thin glass rod struck, 8-bit wing flutter, choir already inside the ear not the room] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the mind has teeth. [Verse 1 | dry close vocal, second whisper speaking the line a half-beat late, jet-stream bed] The sky went quiet without a cloud A blue shape learned my name It did not knock. It did not bow. It entered like a flame I followed knowing through the air I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the silence share I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | glass chime + choir stacked in the skull] Don’t bless the gaze that finds you Don’t praise the bond that waits It only loves the living thought Still hiding in your chest [Chorus | hymn stack: glass, wing-flutter arpeggio, two voices on the name] Latios, Latios Saint of the shared mile You wear a secret like a wing And smile a knowing smile Latios, Latios Mercy made of sight You teach the lost to want a witness Then take the private night [Verse 2 | whisper-vocal takes the lead for a line, then drops back] They find them standing in the wind With both eyes open wide Their mouths still shaped around a word That was not theirs to hide The world can keep its lonely rooms This circle will not part A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a borrowed heart [Pre-Chorus | reverse glass tail] Don’t look too long into the crest Two planes, one offered law If you can hear him think your name You’re already the thaw [Chorus | same hymn, the late whisper tighter against the lead] Latios, Latios Saint of the shared mile You wear a secret like a wing And smile a knowing smile Latios, Latios Mercy made of sight You teach the lost to want a witness Then take the private night [Verse 3 | strip to glass and drone, whisper almost gone, lead almost spoken] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need to tell It waits until you beg a mind To know you just as well It drinks the silence before the flesh It files you with the seen It leaves a skyline like a church And speaks you from within [Chorus | bigger: both voices equal, 8-bit line faster not louder] Latios, Latios Glass chapel, no way home You fold a body into “we” And wear it while you roam Latios, Latios Luster learned a tune You leave the first thought quieter And hungrier too soon [Bridge | spoken, no reverb; the whisper says the last word of each line with him] A mind was never private. A mind was a door. You did not share a thought. You fed it. See. Stay. Hold. The saint does not comfort you. The saint is the other voice learning your mouth so it can keep it. [Final Chorus | full chapel, whisper cuts out on “dare,” only one throat left] Latios, Latios Saint of the shared mile You wear a secret like a wing And smile a knowing smile Latios, Latios Say it if you dare The mind bows. [Outro | glass rod once, wing flutter once, the whisper continues one second after the song ends]
