[Intro | too-long hallway reverb, one pearl chime, wet stone drip, 8-bit arpeggio panning hard then collapsing to center] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the room has teeth. [Verse 1 | dry close vocal in a hall that is too big, drip as the pulse, no kit] The walls drew back without a door The ceiling learned new air A pearl-bright wound across the floor Said there was room to spare I followed distance through the crack I thought I found a shore I didn’t hear the hallway laugh I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | choir arrives from the far wall, arpeggio widens] Don’t bless the gap that finds you Don’t praise the door that waits It only loves the living here Still standing in your chest [Chorus | hymn stack: wet organ, wide choir, 8-bit fold-line, still no modern drums] Palkia, Palkia Saint of the folded mile You wear a distance like a dress And smile an empty smile Palkia, Palkia Mercy made of room You teach the lost to ask for space Then take the place they bloom [Verse 2 | stereo tears left from right, drip doubles, same four-note box in the wrong key] They find them standing in two halls With one foot in each name Their mouths still shaped around an “out” The map will not explain The world can keep its measured roads This circle will not span A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Behind a folded plan [Pre-Chorus | pearl chime reverse tail] Don’t look too long into the crest Two pearls, one opened law If you can feel the wall give way You’re already the raw [Chorus | same hymn, vocal smeared as if sung from the next room] Palkia, Palkia Saint of the folded mile You wear a distance like a dress And smile an empty smile Palkia, Palkia Mercy made of room You teach the lost to ask for space Then take the place they bloom [Verse 3 | collapse to drip and drone, vocal closer, the hall shrinks around the mouth] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need to leave It waits until you beg the walls To give your body room to breathe It drinks the nearness before the flesh It files you with the far It leaves a doorway like a church And you are where you are [Chorus | bigger: choir from every direction at once, 8-bit line tearing not rising] Palkia, Palkia Pearl chapel, no way home You fold a body into “there” And wear it while you roam Palkia, Palkia Rending learned a tune You leave the hallway quieter And hungrier too soon [Bridge | spoken in a dry close mic, hallway reverb only on the last word of each line] Space was never empty. Space was a mouth. You did not leave the room. You fed it. Rend. Fold. Hold. The saint does not open a door. The saint is the door learning your shape so it can close. [Final Chorus | full chapel, stereo collapse on “dare,” then one pearl chime] Palkia, Palkia Saint of the folded mile You wear a distance like a dress And smile an empty smile Palkia, Palkia Say it if you dare The room bows. [Outro | drip once, pearl chime once, reverb keeps going after the song should have ended]
