[Verse 1] I just felt a man die behind my eyes. The one who started this sentence... not the one who sighs. He had a thought I can almost recall... It dissolved like sugar... before it could fall. A bundle of perceptions, in perpetual flight. **"No man ever steps in the same river twice."** And the river... is my own mind. [Chorus] **And I am the current, not the stone.** **A story that the water tells alone.** **The "I" is a eddy, a temporary name.** **For the perpetual, flickering flame.** **The Heraclitus River... flowing through my veins.** [Verse 2] I reach for the memory of what made me "me". But the hunter... changes with what he sees. The neurons that fired for that first kiss... Are a ghost architecture in the abyss. I am a user illusion, a desperate, brilliant guess. Narrating the chaos into coherence... more or less. [Chorus] **And I am the current, not the stone.** **A story that the water tells alone.** **The "I" is a eddy, a temporary name.** **For the perpetual, flickering flame.** **The Heraclitus River... flowing through my veins.** [Bridge] Don't be afraid. This is what alive is. The constant goodbye. The gentle crisis. You are not losing yourself. You never had it to hold. You are the letting go... infinitely told. [Outro] The man who chose this word is gone. The man who hears it... has just begun.
