[Verse 1 – 68% parable weight] There was a man walking the blue-lit streets at three a.m. Hands in his pockets, pockets full of nothing he could name. He passed the windows where lovers still burned low, Passed the closed shops, the quiet doors, the old neon glow. He kept looking for something the eyes could hold, Something the ears could catch and keep when the night grew cold. Something the fingers could close around and call their own, Something the heart already knew but still refused to own. [Pre-Chorus] But the gift was never waiting on the corner or the stair, Never written on the glass or hanging in the air.[Chorus – gentle swell, distant strings enter] I will give you what no eye has seen, What no ear has heard in the hush between, What no hand has touched and held too tight, What has not yet risen in the heart of night. I will give you… (soft delay echo: give you…) [Verse 2] He sat on the low stone wall by the river’s edge, Watched the black water take the city’s broken edge. A woman once told him the kingdom was a room inside, But he kept knocking on every door the night supplied. He tried to name it with every word he’d ever learned, Tried to map it with every map the mind had earned. Still the thing he sought slipped past the measuring hand, Past the careful thought that tried to understand. [Pre-Chorus] It was never the light he could point to or explain, Never the sound that stayed the same.[Chorus] I will give you what no eye has seen, What no ear has heard in the hush between, What no hand has touched and held too tight, What has not yet risen in the heart of night. I will give you… (soft delay: give you…) [Bridge – thinner, more intimate, almost spoken over Rhodes and sparse brushes] (32% allegory rising here) Not the face in the glass, Not the voice on the wire, Not the weight in the palm, Not the fire of desire. Something older than the wanting, Quieter than the name, A room with no walls That still feels the same. [Final Chorus – slightly fuller, strings warmer, then pull back] I will give you what no eye has seen, What no ear has heard in the hush between, What no hand has touched and held too tight, What has not yet risen in the heart of night. I will give you… (whispered, close) what has never entered the heart of man. [Outro – Rhodes and sub-bass slowly fade into soft city night pad] (Half-sung, fading) I will give you… I will give you… (final soft rasp) Come closer.
