[Instrumental Intro] (Cold, driving bassline with a drum machine clocking) [Verse 1] Strange is the sky that protects our skin This body I carry, a mold from within It is not enough, it fades in the dark An imperfect vessel that misses the mark The root and the furrow make me realize [Verse 2] A stray little comma, a syllable lost A broken-down phrase paying the cost Left on the paper, so far out of reach I scream what the waves cannot wash on the beach [Chorus] Such a fragile thread! Such a broken inheritance! Living alone, with shadows of love... I force this ship back to port. [Verse 3] Far from the maps that the world has drawn A shortcut in the chest before the dawn Between the ghost of the past and the storm The wind cannot break the compass's form But it shifts the course, it changes the sea [Outro] And this fragile rhyme, heavy and flawed Born from the wreckage, judged by no god Through storm and decay, I still keep its trace The coordinates hidden in our bed's embrace. The coordinates hidden in our bed's embrace. [Fade Out] [End]
