[Intro] [Verse 1] (softly) Three clocks disagree inside one screen Manila, Bicol, Eastern time Laing on the air unfolds a map Of a barangay road, red clay and lime [Pre-Chorus] (building) A barbed tail hangs where a cross should be Salt in a circle round the bed The leather cover breathes against my hand And three words rise up from the dead [Chorus] (fuller, airy belt) The journal reads me back Padaba, Pag-aapaw, Amihan I cannot read the script. The script reads me. The wind that they named me, I am [Verse 2] (softly) The CDC brain wants a differential Wants to file it, jet lag, grief The page leans one note like a mouth to the mic And my own name burns underneath [Bridge] A half-beat lands between two of mine Sixty-four and steady, then a stranger's line Twenty kilometers east a heart keeps time I call it the heat, I call it the climb [Chorus] (full) The journal reads me back Padaba, Pag-aapaw, Amihan Luway-luway, apo, when you are ready The wind that they named me, I am [Outro] (whisper, fade) The wind has more than one name. [End]
