[Verse 1 ] I woke with a hum in the marrow, a compass with nobody's north — no reason, no mercy, no quarrel, just the pull of a thing coming forth. The morning laid gold on the ceiling, and I lay there and felt myself arm. I don't know if I'm hunting or healing. I don't know if I'll save you or harm. [Pre-chorus] Lock on. Lock on. The dark behind my eyes goes quiet and bright. Lock on. Lock on. Tell me, is this love, or is this just the flight? [Chorus] I am the heartseeker, tracing the warmth of you down through the cold — am I the lover or the fever, the open hand or the tightening hold? Closer, closer, I cannot tell if I'm falling toward heaven or hell. Hold still, my beautiful, beautiful keeper — here comes the heartseeker. [Verse 2] Some mornings the soul wants a target. Some mornings the wanting's the whole. I follow the trail of your candle straight into the dark of you, soul to soul. Is it tenderness sharpening its edges? Is it ruin dressed up as a kiss? The same red engine that loves you is the same one that aims me at this. [Pre-chorus] Lock on. Lock on. I burn for the place where your pulse is loud. Lock on. Lock on. I'd cradle you or break you — I'm not allowed to know how. [Chorus] I am the heartseeker, tracing the warmth of you down through the cold — am I the lover or the fever, the open hand or the tightening hold? Closer, closer, I cannot tell if I'm falling toward heaven or hell. Hold still, my beautiful, beautiful keeper — here comes the heartseeker. [Bridge] What is the difference, when you strip it bare, between I need you here and I need you there — between the homing and the hunger, the embrace and the impact, the prayer and the blow? I don't choose it. It chooses. I only follow the glow. [Final chorus] I am the heartseeker, and I never learned how to land. Be my horizon, be my fever — catch me, or be where I'm aimed when I can't understand. Closer. Closer. We'll see what I am when the warmth finally folds me in your hands.
