[Intro – young male voice] Here. Take the name. [Verse 1] You thought Peter was a person. I wore him like a summer coat. Pan was laughter at the window. Crow was breathing in his throat. I borrowed youth from every bedroom, Borrowed wonder from their eyes. You saw a boy who lived forever. You never asked what kept him alive. [Pre-Chorus] Names are shelter. Titles, skin. Strip them back And look within. [Chorus] Call me Crow When the borrowed light goes out. Call me Crow When you finally see the mouth. Pan was only what you wanted. Peter, what I made you know. Cut the thread between the names. What remains is Crow. [Verse 2] I watched London burn to timber. Built a doorway in the smoke. Every century brought new windows, Different hands and words unspoken. I never forced them through the darkness. I only stood outside and smiled. Every lonely room will open For the promise of a child. [Pre-Chorus] Names are hunger. Titles feed. Give me one, Become what I need. [Chorus] Call me Crow When the borrowed light goes out. Call me Crow When you finally see the mouth. Pan was only what you wanted. Peter, what I made you know. Cut the thread between the names. What remains is Crow. [Bridge – female voice] You are not Peter. [Male voice] I was. [Female voice] You are not Pan. [Male voice] I wore him. [Female voice] What are you? [Silence] [Weathered male voice] Crow. [Industrial Breakdown] Peter. Pan. Peel away. Peter. Pan. Names decay. Blade on thread. Hand on seam. Cut the hunger From the dream. Peter falls. Pan lets go. Underneath: Crow. Crow. Crow. [Final Section – male voice becoming frightened] Call me Peter once again. Lie to me before I go. Say I’m still the boy you followed. Don’t leave me here as Crow. Call me Pan. Call me anything. I can still return him whole. I can give you back his— [Female voice] No. You only wore the boy. [Final Chorus – female and weathered male voices] Now die, Crow. Let the borrowed light go out. Die, Crow. We have finally seen the mouth. Pan was never your salvation. Peter was a name you stole. Cut the thread between the names. Leave nothing here of Crow. [Outro] No wings. No feathers. Only black dust where a boy had never been.
