[Intro | 8-bit sonar ping, distant drowned choir, slow water-pressure drone] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the deep has lungs. [Verse 1 | sung, low] The surface went still without a wind The tide forgot its name A silver shape beneath the skin Said peace was why it came I followed calm across the black I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the ocean laugh I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising] Don’t bless the hush that finds you Don’t praise the wing that waits It only loves the living breath Still knocking in your chest [Chorus | lead + drowned choir] Lugia, Lugia Saint of the sunken mile You wear the sea like Sunday clothes And smile a pressure smile Lugia, Lugia Mercy made of deep You teach the lost to trust the calm Then take the ones who sleep [Verse 2 | sung] They find no bodies on the shore The shore is not the point The hymns go down in single file With salt still in the joint The storms can break for forty days This circle will not rise A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Behind a pair of eyes [Pre-Chorus] Don’t look too long into the crest Two hands that learned to pray If you can hear your own last name You’re already the prey [Chorus] Lugia, Lugia Saint of the sunken mile You wear the sea like Sunday clothes And smile a pressure smile Lugia, Lugia Mercy made of deep You teach the lost to trust the calm Then take the ones who sleep [Verse 3 | sung, quieter] It doesn’t hunt along the foam It hunts the need for rest It waits until you beg the waves To lay the birds to rest It drinks the air before the flesh It files you with the dark It leaves a ripple like a church To mark you as the ark [Bridge | choir sung] [Choir] A legendary beast, they wrote That hides so storms won’t come They printed it in children’s books So no one thinks to run [Lead, sung] That line was never written kind It wasn’t made to warn It was a hunting call in rhyme For anyone still warm [Chorus | bigger] Lugia, Lugia White chapel, no way home You fold a body into dark And wear it while you roam Lugia, Lugia Sonar learned a tune You leave the ocean quieter And hungrier too soon [Final Chorus | lead + full choir] Lugia, Lugia Saint of the sunken mile You wear the sea like Sunday clothes And smile a pressure smile Lugia, Lugia Say it if you dare The tide bows down. The beast looks in. It already knows you’re there. [Outro | sung, thinning] [Lead] If the calm begins to carry A voice you almost know— [Choir] Don’t look down. Don’t look down. That’s how the gospel gets in. [Lead, fading] Lugia… [Choir, last held note] …still hungry.
