[Intro | A Minor | 184 BPM | acoustic guitar, room tone, soft banjo harmonics] I spent a long time Thinking my brain Was just... tuned wrong. [Verse 1 | acoustic guitar, upright bass | conversational] Everybody handed me albums Like prescriptions with different names "This one's gonna change your life." Most of 'em just changed the drive home I'd nod along Smile at the right parts Wondering if everybody else Had gotten a lyric sheet Life forgot to give me [Pre-Chorus | banjo enters] Maybe I wasn't hard to reach Maybe nobody had my address yet [Chorus | full band | gang harmonies] Somebody finally spoke my language Like they'd borrowed half my brain Took a thousand scattered puzzle pieces And somehow gave them names I wasn't looking for a hero Just somebody to explain Why every thought I ever had Arrived stumbling in through the rain [Verse 2 | accordion joins] Your words don't feel like writing They feel like excavation Like somebody digging carefully Through decades of hesitation You stack ideas like cathedrals Built from crossword puzzles and sudoku grids Then somehow make impossible rhythms Feel like the safest place to trust Your voice doesn't rap It lands Like thunder rolling down a mountain Or an avalanche That somehow keeps perfect time [Pre-Chorus | fiddle enters] The beat walked crooked Never stumbled Neither did you [Chorus | bigger gang vocals] Somebody finally spoke my language Not because you made it simple Because you never asked me To pretend my thoughts were Anything but complicated Somebody finally spoke my language And suddenly I knew Maybe I wasn't lost Just untranslated [Bridge | C Major | 152 BPM | stripped acoustic guitar, accordion, soft banjo] When you said "All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way..." I didn't hear a lyric. I heard permission. Permission To stop apologizing For the way my mind Puts the world back together. [Bridge Build | accelerate to 184 BPM | banjo tremolo, snare roll] Maybe we weren't broken... Maybe we were just waiting For a translator. [Final Chorus | A Minor | full band, maximum gang vocals] Somebody finally spoke my language And the silence finally cracked Turns out I wasn't bad at listening I just hadn't heard it back Some people save your life Without ever learning your name. But Ian Matthias Bavitz Has walked these crooked roads And somehow learned to sing [Outro | acoustic guitar only | room tone] I spent years Thinking my head Was tuned wrong. Turns out... I was just waiting For somebody Who spoke The same language. [silence]
