[Intro] (soft, almost spoken, heavy reverb) I clock out of the noise and clock into the page [Verse 1] Keys on the belt, ink on the hand I walk the line they drew for a man Count the doors, count the breaths Count the versions I already left They want the uniform, the quiet yes I give them hours, I keep the rest [Pre-Chorus] Skin on the floor of another year I don't pick it up, I don't disappear [Chorus] I don't explain, I don't trade I love the dark, I love the rain If the night is a tide, then the tide is mine I write the whole in a broken line Unruled, unruled Still here when the echo fades [Verse 2] Miami heat on a colder thought Cuban blood in a borrowed plot Mother's name in the back of the throat A book that won't fit in the things I wrote They called it illness, I called it sight Pain was the lock, logic was the light [Pre-Chorus] No altar, no chain, no borrowed saint Just the will that refused to faint [Chorus] I don't explain, I don't trade I love the dark, I love the rain If the night is a tide, then the tide is mine I write the whole in a broken line Unruled, unruled Still here when the echo fades [Bridge] (half-whisper, guitars wash out) What broke me is what I hold No altar left, no borrowed gold Not a demon, not a god Just the voice that wouldn't fade Shedding, shedding Till the voice is only mine [Final Chorus] I don't explain, I don't trade I love the dark, I love the rain Officer of the inside door Author of the unfinished floor Unruled, unruled Free, aware, and still [Outro] (fade on one guitar harmonic) The whole was never outside
