[Intro] I woke beneath a number seven sky Where paper planets learned to die A brass bell coughed beside the door And someone swept forever from the floor [Verse 1] The clerk wore gloves of faded gold He stamped my wrist: RETURN TO COLD He said, “Your bones are in lost and found, Your name went missing underground.” I asked if God was taking calls He said, “Try Tuesdays, after all The angels left to start a band, But none of them can read the plans.” [Pre-Chorus] No pearly gate, no furnace flame Just filing cabinets without a name A blank little screen began to ring And a voice said, “Sorry we’ve misplaced everything.” [Chorus] I’m slipping past the edge of the known With a counterfeit halo and a dial tone If the universe forgot what I’m called Maybe I’m free from being found at all I’m slipping where the old rules end Past every warning, witness, judge, and friend The dark looked down and asked me why I said, “I’m learning how to answer goodbye.” [Verse 2] My ancestors queued beside a vending machine For bottled fog and a magazine My grandmother laughed in a borrowed coat And said, “The afterlife has terrible notes.” We passed a sun with a cracked display Still charging rent for the light of day A thousand lost keys began to sing Of every locked and ordinary thing [Pre-Chorus] No final speech, no sacred cue Just all the masks falling off at once too The stars were receipts in a flooded drawer And I couldn’t remember what I feared them for [Chorus] I’m slipping past the edge of the known With a counterfeit halo and a dial tone If the universe forgot what I’m called Maybe I’m free from being found at all I’m slipping where the old rules end Past every warning, witness, judge, and friend The dark looked down and asked me why I said, “I’m learning how to answer goodbye.” [Bridge] Then silence opened like a theater door And every answer fell through the floor I felt each grief I had kept on a shelf Turn into weather, then turn into self No hand reached down, no map appeared No voice explained the years I feared But underneath the cosmic machinery Something small kept choosing me [Final Chorus] I’m drifting past the edge of the known No counterfeit halo, no dial tone If the universe forgot what I’m called I can become what was never recalled I’m drifting where the old rules end Past every warning, witness, judge, and friend The dark looked down, and I finally smiled Not because it was kind because it was wild [Outro] A blue sign blinked in the endless air: “Please leave your meaning over there.” I set mine down, let the silence shine And heard the void say, “For once, you’re mine.”
