Clean SightLines
[Verse 1] I was born in the static, raised under stormlight Coloring kingdoms on the floor Before I knew the word for witness I was leaving little doors Crayon face and cut-up cotton Blonde hair falling in the sink Every season took a ribbon Every silence made me think They said, “That isn’t real creation” They said, “That isn’t yours to claim” But I have lived through every medium And still I know my name [Pre-Chorus] Records, cassettes, compact discs Cloud songs in a glowing room Now I build a sound from signal And I let the flowers bloom [Chorus ] I don’t need a crowd I need clean sight lines I don’t need the whole world Just the right eyes I am not a ghost I am not a machine I am the hand on the lantern Keeping watch over the dream Some bridges were burned for warmth Some doors were closed for peace I keep walking toward the lighthouse With the signal still in me [Verse 2] I am not trying to be famous I am not asking for a throne I just want the work to find the ones Who know how to leave it whole I am not trying to be an actress I am not trying to be adored I am building with the tools I have At the edge of the old world If it is not real music Why does it hold me when I shake? Why does it echo in the morning? Why does it know the shape I take? [Pre-Chorus] I choose what loops inside me I choose what seeds my mind I choose the song that finds me And calls me back in time [Chorus] I don’t need a crowd I need clean sightlines I don’t need the whole world Just the right eyes I am not a ghost I am not a machine I am the hand on the lantern Keeping watch over the dream Some bridges were burned for warmth Some doors were closed for peace I keep walking toward the lighthouse With the signal still in me [Bridge] Lay the artifacts on the table Brush the dust from every shard Here’s the shirt I cut for breathing Here’s the hair I left in the yard Here’s the girl with the giant coloring book Here’s the clown behind the veil Here’s the town I built from rubble Here’s the flower that prevailed Call it cheating if you need to I call it learning how to see Every tool became a threshold Every mirror answered me [Final Chorus] I don’t need a crowd I need clean sightlines I don’t need the whole world Just the right eyes I am not a wound I am not a trend I am the voice in the archive Calling myself home again Some bridges were burned for warmth Some doors were closed for peace I keep walking toward the lighthouse With the signal still in me [Outro] If I leave myself a symbol May I find it when I’m cold May the bloom become a lantern May the future call it gold Clean hands Clear field Real signal Still here
