ANGEL OF MUSIC (Tristes Tropiques)

[Verse 1] Tick-tock in the ribs of the world, I hear it through the rain, A calendar dissolving, ink running down the frame. Salt on my lips, city lights in the bay, I was found on broken water where the lost things drift and stay. They call me temptation like it’s all I ever knew— But I learned love from a shadow that once looked just like you. [Pre-Chorus] My sister took the sweetness up where angels never lie, Left me with the aftertaste of “why not me, why?” So I sing in the cracks of time, soft as a knife— A hymn for the living, a bruise for a life. [Chorus] I’m the angel of music in a storm-made night, Halo made of moonlight, hunger held tight. Bind my heart to yours—don’t look away, We’ll dance through the century debris and pray. Saudade in my throat, heat on my skin, If the world rewinds, I’ll begin again— Not as a sin, not as a lie— Just a name in your mouth when the clocks run dry. [Verse 2] A pendant tried to turn me, pull the strings in my chest, Make me strike the one who reached for me instead. But you stood there steady, hands open, no fear, So I shattered that whisper like glass in the air. Favela sunrise, smoke and gold on the street, Every step says “survive,” every heartbeat says “meet.” [Pre-Chorus] If I’m made of want, let it learn to be kind, Let it guard what it touches, leave cruelty behind. I won’t be their puppet, I won’t be their key— If I fall, let it be into something that’s me. [Chorus] I’m the angel of music in a storm-made night, Halo made of moonlight, hunger held tight. Bind my heart to yours—don’t look away, We’ll dance through the century debris and pray. Saudade in my throat, heat on my skin, If the world rewinds, I’ll begin again— Not as a sin, not as a lie— Just a name in your mouth when the clocks run dry. [Bridge] (half-time, strings forward) If Heaven has a door, I won’t beg to be let in, I’ll build a little doorway out of how we didn’t give in. One breath for the drowned, one note for the brave, One vow for the timeline they tried to enslave. Tick-tock… I’m still here. Tick-tock… stay near. [Final Chorus] (bigger, choir swell) I’m the angel of music in a storm-made night, Halo made of moonlight, hunger held tight. Bind my heart to yours—don’t look away, We’ll outrun the rewind, we’ll refuse to decay. Saudade in my throat, fire in my veins, If the world resets, I’ll sing your name. Not as a sin, not as a lie— Just a light on the water when the clocks run dry.