[Verse 1] At first, you were a question, a mark I could not understand; I watched the Fade bend around you, watched it answer to your hand. Then the mystery kept speaking, asking questions of its own, and the woman grew more curious than the power she had known. I had thought I knew your people, all the stories they mistook. Then you listened without yielding, made me give them one more look. You were sharper than expected, quick to challenge, slow to bend. I began by seeking answers. I stayed longer than I meant. [Pre-Chorus] Most people fall to pattern. Given time, I know the shape. You become less predictable with every answer that I make. [Chorus] You change the answer while I'm speaking, move the ground beneath my feet. Every time I think I know you, there is something more to see. I can call it fascination, give the feeling safer names— but the closer I come to knowing you, the less I wish to look away. [Verse 2] There were details I dismissed as observations of no use: how you moved when you were fighting, how your focus narrowed through. How you leaned across the table when some argument began; how your mouth betrayed your laughter when you caught me being grand. I had known a thousand beauties, watched them vanish, watched them bloom. Still I knew when you had entered without turning toward the room. There are disciplines of reason. There are habits of the mind. Neither kept my eyes from finding you each time you passed nearby. [Pre-Chorus] I could study every impulse, I could name it, trace its source. Knowing why I wanted nearer did not make me want it less. [Chorus] You change the answer while I'm speaking, move the ground beneath my feet. Every time I think I know you, there is something more to see. I can call it fascination, give the feeling safer names— but the closer I come to knowing you, the less I wish to look away. [Verse 3] In the Fade, I should know better. There, desire can take a face. You were close enough to touch me. Then you closed the final space. For a moment I surrendered; then you turned as if to leave. I could simply have allowed it. Instead, I drew you back to me. After came the explanations: reckless, foolish, poorly weighed. There were truths I could not tell you, there were promises unmade. I could list a dozen dangers, every reason to retreat. None could make the memory lesser of your kiss returning mine. [Chorus] You change the answer while I'm speaking, move the ground beneath my feet. Every reason sounds sufficient until you are next to me. I can call it fascination. I have called it that before. But the name becomes less useful every time I want you more. [Bridge] So I searched for an explanation: was the Anchor changing you? Had some power made you different, made you someone strange and new? It would almost have been easier if some mystery were to blame. But nothing made you who you are. You came to me that way. There are considerations. There are truths I cannot give. There are consequences waiting past the life you think I live. So I choose the kinder ending. I have chosen harder things. I turn toward the door. Then your voice behind me: “Don't go.” [brief suspension] Two words against a thousand reasons. And I turn. [Final Chorus] You change the answer while I'm speaking, move the ground beneath my feet. I have spent so long resisting what no reason could defeat. Let me call it fascination. Let tomorrow ask for more. Tonight the thought of losing you is worse than what I'm running toward. I have reasons still unanswered. I have truths you do not know. For once, I leave them unanswered. For once, I let myself not go. [Outro] Somewhere between the question and the answer I once knew, another word came quietly— vhenan. And it meant you.
