[Prince style vocals with vocal whisper stacks | overdub | distorted vocals | melancholy | intimate | closemicd | downcast vocals] I didn't ask for this body I didn't ask to move again You stitched me up like a bad idea You didn't have the guts to carry [Verse] I remember your trembling hands Not even sure the cold lightning had worked And from that ocean of silence I began to see how I was silence. You left me naked in the wind adrift While our trash was learning how to breathe So I followed your footsteps Each one deeper than the heat [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can What else could I do? [Verse] I remember my shadow sewn to strange sublimations at the sole of my storm, Those winds stuck to the low growl of your snare of a stare So I silenced the cycle... [the snare] I had built myself around your absence After all I was taught to hunger By the way you looked away— I used your silence... [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can... What else could I— Oh what could I do? — Your name became the only prayer I could not stop repeating No more songs, no hymns, new images signs or stitched clues To lead on with questions yet instead of answers find to my surprise, The calls and wild rhythms of the mind. (wild rhythms of the mind.) I carved out new growth from inside your earthquake weather Hung around the heights with vampire bats I drew my new maps from outside the towers of those regrets— I am not the sum of our shames I was never our failures Just owned half of the failure to revolve, Now I am that echo, evolved... [Chorus] Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can Oh what else should I— What should I do? [Verse] I remember once you wanted a mirror So when you dropped it, you could call it a monster, Well my three eyes see through you now— You tried to fill me with your cowardice That stitch—a rot you hid in fear's uncertain itch... So then your stone heart rejected—You turned and ran from the mess... Guess what? The mess grew legs, To walk through your frost and keep my fire... [Bridge] And I'll carry every wound like a star chart Where each scar—a new constellation You never saw was there And still I rise loud as the sun Not as ruin, not as offering Not as sacrifice, but the sole witness to transcribe We made this all from our parts But I'll tell it myself Was I meant to love you Or to haunt you? I don't know if I can Oh what else will I— What will I do? — And my own name became the only prayer I would not stop repeating I wrote more songs, sang hymns, made images Found signs and ways to stitch myself together... To lean on that intuition grateful forever still to find The calls and wild rhythms of the mind (The calls and wild rhythms of the mind) The calls and wild rhythms of the mind (The calls and wild rhythms of the mind) (These calls and wild rhythms of our minds)
