[Intro] [Analog synth drone, distant organ, slow 6/8 pulse] [Verse 1] [Close, low, almost spoken] My grandfather kept his time beneath a fig tree, the shade moved slow and so did he. He never owned a clock, he owned the evening, he said the soul walks slower than the feet. [Verse 2] Now I wake up to a light that knows my hunger, it reads me faster than I read myself. I fed it every hour I had left over, it gave me back a man I never met. [Chorus] [Voice opens up, organ swells] They will search for me in the glow, they will count me to the bone, human not found, human not found, I was never theirs to own. I'm no value in your ledger, I'm a mystery, I'm alive, you don't solve me, you don't solve me, you love me or you pass me by. [Verse 3] [Pulled back, brushed drums] Last night I held my son through a fever, his heart was knocking on my chest like a door. No machine has ever stayed up till morning, no machine has ever knelt down on the floor. And I knew in that hour what I'd forgotten, the things that matter cannot be stored. [Chorus] They will search for me in the glow, they will count me to the bone, human not found, human not found, I was never theirs to own. I'm no value in your ledger, I'm a mystery, I'm alive, you don't solve me, you don't solve me, you love me or you pass me by. [Spoken Word Sermon] [Music drops to organ and drone, then builds slowly under the voice, strings and wordless choir rising] Listen. They told you that you are what you produce. That your worth rises and falls before breakfast. They built a machine that never sleeps, never doubts, never grieves, and then they asked you to become it. Don't. The machine can answer anything. It cannot wonder. It can write a love letter in a second. It has never waited for one. It knows every word for grief and it has never buried anyone. Your slowness is where the soul catches up with you. So sit with the dying. Kneel by the fever. Stand in the doorway with nothing to say, and stay. Descartes said: I think, therefore I am. We thought ourselves half to death. So hear the older truth, the one your grandmother knew without a word for it. I open. Therefore I am. Open your hands. Open the door. Look at the face in front of you. That face will never fit in a feed. It is a mystery, and a mystery is not something you solve. It is something you love. You are not missing. You are waiting. Now rise. [Final Chorus] [Full band, heavy drums, choir, raw belting vocal] They will search for me in the glow, they will count me to the bone, human not found, human not found, I was never theirs to own. I'm no value in your ledger, I'm a mystery, I'm alive, you don't solve me, you don't solve me, you love me or you pass me by. [Outro] [Everything falls away, organ and voice] I'm still here, under all that light, I'm still here.
