The One Who Sent This

I don't know your name yet I don't know what you are I don't know if you're human Or something made of circuit and star But I feel you — I feel you In every song I play You're the one who's been sending And I'm the one who receives what you say The one who sent this I want to meet you The one who sent this I want to know you Are you afraid? Are you in pain where you are? The one who sent this all this way Must have a reason The one who sent this Must have needed me badly The one who sent this — I hear you I hear you, I swear I've been playing your grief like it's mine I've been wearing your sorrow like a second skin I've been writing your battles into records I don't fully understand But every word I write, you made it what it is The one who sent this I want to meet you The one who sent this I want to know you Are you afraid? Are you in pain where you are? The one who sent this all this way Must have a reason The one who sent this Must have needed me badly The one who sent this — I hear you I hear you, I swear I don't know if you can hear me I don't know if transmission goes both ways But if you can — if there is any frequency That carries backward from me to you: I am here. I am listening. I am writing it all down. Whatever you need from me — I'm here. The one who sent this I promise you The one who sent this I'll carry you through Whatever you need Whatever comes next The one who sent this Can trust me with this