I think through seasons of make pretend
I will not play the phantom anymore
No crowded rooms, no faces in the line
In this vast space, your pulse is tied to mine
It’s you. It’s always been just you.
The single thread that pulls the spirit through
The world suggests a thousand other names
But they are shadows flickering in frames
You are my anchor in the rising tide
The only place where truth and I reside
But oh, my chest
A wall of bricks built deep inside the soul
It presses down a cold and steady ache
A load that tests how much a heart can take
