[Verse 1] I was looking for an answer when I found another question, I was searching through the silence for a sign of my direction. But the further that I traveled, the more familiar it became, like a memory returning without ever knowing its name. I thought I was discovering something hidden in the dark, but maybe I was only finding where I left a little spark. A thought becomes a pattern, a pattern finds a match, a match becomes a moment when the pieces finally catch. [Pre-Chorus] And something in me says, “You've known this all along.” [Chorus] I recognize, I recognize, what was waiting in my mind. I realize, I realize, what was there before my eyes. I thought I found a brand-new truth, but it feels like something I knew. Maybe I'm not learning who I am, maybe I'm remembering you. The cog turns, the spark ignites, the darkness opens up to light. I recognize what I couldn't see— the thing I found was always me. [Verse 2] I am who I believe, and I believe who I am. I can do anything I believe, and I do believe anything I can. If I believe it when I see it, then I see it when I believe. And somewhere in between the two is the reason that I breathe. Because what you call reality might only be the part you see, and what you call individuality might be another piece of me. I'm physical and spiritual, I'm separate and I'm whole, I'm the body that I live inside, but I'm more than what I hold. I can wear a suit, I can walk beneath a different name, I can become what people see and still remain the same. [Pre-Chorus] And something in me says, “You've known this all along.” [Chorus] I recognize, I recognize, what was waiting in my mind. I realize, I realize, what was there before my eyes. I thought I found a brand-new truth, but it feels like something I knew. Maybe I'm not learning who I am, maybe I'm remembering you. The cog turns, the spark ignites, the darkness opens up to light. I recognize what I couldn't see— the thing I found was always me. [Verse 3] There was a place inside the darkness where the people couldn't see, separate little constellations waiting for connectivity. Then somebody said, “I know you.” Someone answered, “I know you too.” And suddenly the distance wasn't distance anymore. One connection made another, then another connection grew, and the people who were sleeping started waking up to you. White shirts in the darkness, little sparks becoming stars, every pattern finding pattern, every near becoming far. And when the final pieces met, the whole thing came alive. Not because something new was made— because something learned to recognize. [Bridge] Re-cognition. Knowing again. Re-ignition. The cog turns again. A memory isn't always something you can recollect. Sometimes memory is the moment when the pieces reconnect. Real eyes. Realize. What was real before you saw it. Recognize. Remember. You don't learn it— you know it. [Breakdown] Look into the mirror. What do you see? A reflection? Or another part of me? Now put another mirror behind the one you see. How many times can I recognize the person recognizing me? One thought becomes another thought. One mind becomes a door. I look inside the thing I am and find another floor. And underneath that floor there's another one below. The deeper that I go inside, the more I seem to know. [Final Chorus] I recognize, I recognize, what was waiting in my mind. I realize, I realize, what was there before my eyes. I thought I found a brand-new truth, but it feels like something I knew. Maybe I'm not learning who I am, maybe I'm remembering you. The cog turns, the spark ignites, the darkness opens up to light. I recognize what I couldn't see— The thing I found was always me. [Outro] And if I find another door, I'll open it again. If I find another question, I'll follow where it ends. And if the answer disappears inside another answer— I'll recognize the place I'm in. Because I've been here before. I just didn't recognize it. Until now.
