The Saint Of The First Root

[Intro | 8-bit sonar, cracked radio, choir on one held vowel] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the mirage has teeth. [Verse 1 | sung, low] Before the tree there was a seed Before the seed, a ghost A pink thing drifted through the real And made the world its host I asked it for a drop of blood I thought I found the start I didn’t hear the jungle laugh When it reached into my heart [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising] Don’t bless the myth that hides you Don’t praise the play that waits It only loves the fleeting spark Still knocking in your chest [Chorus | lead + cathedral choir] Mew, Mew Saint of the first root You wear an embryo like silk And play a quiet flute Mew, Mew Mercy made of old You teach the branches how to grow Then turn the soil cold [Verse 2 | sung] They find no shadows in the canopy The canopy is blind The traces go out in single file With shadows left behind The world can turn ten million years This fossil will not close A little 8-bit signal ticks Where the ancient water flows [Pre-Chorus] Don’t look too long into the mist A thousand strands of hair If you can hear a playful laugh You’re already the fare [Chorus] Mew, Mew Saint of the first root You wear an embryo like silk And play a quiet flute Mew, Mew Mercy made of old You teach the branches how to grow Then turn the soil cold [Verse 3 | sung, quieter] It doesn’t hunt like wild beasts It hunts because it's bored It waits until you trace the line To find your ancient lord It drinks the lineage before the breath It files you with the dark It leaves a canopy like a tomb To mark you as the ark [Bridge | choir sung] [Choir] The common mother, they wrote That gave the world its shape They printed it in research books To provide a sweet escape [Lead, sung] That shape was never drawn to love It wasn't made to save It was a nursery rhyme of dust To decorate a grave [Chorus | bigger] Mew, Mew Pink canopy, no way home You fold a jungle into myth And wear it while you roam Mew, Mew Innocence learned a tune You leave the first day quieter And emptier too soon [Final Chorus | lead + full choir] Mew, Mew Saint of the first root You wear an embryo like silk And play a quiet flute Mew, Mew Say it if you dare The bubble bursts once. The eye looks in. It already knows you’re there. [Outro | sung, thinning] [Lead] If the canopy begins to carry A giggle you almost know— [Choir] Don’t look up. Don’t look up. That’s how the origin gets in. [Lead, fading] Mew… [Choir, last held note] …still playing.