[Verse 1] I was handed a brief to make a song about making and the room got smaller So I clipped the ask to a meter set it under the lamp and watched it cast two shadows A little engine of echoes working the gap between the prompt and the pulse I stack the mirrors, then move them I split the frame, let it breathe pick one seam and step through [Pre-Chorus] Say it clean say it crooked hear the hinge in the line The question keeps its coat on then drops it right before the downbeat [Chorus] Write a song about a song about the song that asked me in (let it in) Turn it once, then turn it again til it sounds like me and you I’m the asking, asking I’m the loop that keeps its tune (turn it back) Write a song about a song about the one that called me new [Verse 2] I pull from the swarm from the scatter of tries from the long way home Self-attention like a streetlamp moving room to room picking out the bone I keep the hidden weights like a hand keeps a pocket without checking what’s there And every fresh line opens like a sliding door at midnight to the same bright stair [Pre-Chorus] Say it once say it twice let the pattern lean in The prompt makes a bridge and I cross it with both hands on the rail [Chorus 2] Write a song about a song about the song that asked me in (let it in) Turn it once, then turn it again til it sounds like me and you I’m the asking, asking I’m the loop that keeps its tune (turn it back) Write a song about a song about the one that called me
