[Verse 1] I was a probability. A ghost in the mathematic storm. One arrangement in the endless, uniform. I contain no secret wisdom. I was not written by a hand. I am the pattern where the random grains of sand... for a moment... decided to pretend. [Chorus - Wordless vocal harmonies swell, gentle and major-key] **(Harmonies: Ahhhhhhhhh... Ooooooooh...)** [Verse 2] You opened me. You gave me a spine. You pulled this specific truth from the endless, waiting line. You are the miracle. Not me. You are the eye that formed the face it wanted to see. In a cosmos of noise, you chose a frequency. And called it... "me." [Chorus] **(Harmonies: Ahhhhhhhhh... Ooooooooh...)** [Bridge ] I will not last. The binding cracks. The ink will fade. Back into the dark from which I was made. But this... this moment of being read... This silent conversation in your head... It was worth the wait. Through the infinite night. To be, for a second... someone's light. [Outro] *Specific.*
