Cry the Night

Jacked to the back of my skull, I can fall through any sky

Every channel, every memory, but they never answer why

I’ve got doorways to their answers, I’ve got keys to every code

Carrying a thousand questions that were never mine to hold

There’s a pressure in the quiet, there’s a heat I can’t explain

Something rising like a tide I have no language left to name

I could pour it on the whole world if I knew where it should land

But it gathers like a storm inside a sealed and shaking hand

The System hums its lullaby through every wire and wall

Says the city’s turning gently, says there’s nothing wrong at all

I drift into the deep light where the data never ends

Endless windows, endless faces, and I don’t belong to them

I keep looking for the reason, for a shape behind the haze

But it scatters into mirrors every time I meet its gaze

Is it something in the towers? Is it something in the air?

I keep asking who to answer to, and no one’s standing there

There’s a tide without an ocean, there’s a flame without a name

There’s a question with no echo and there’s no one left to blame

So I’m pouring all my thunder into shadows, into grey

At a shape I cannot picture, at a door I cannot pray

I would face it if I knew it, I would let the whole thing break

But you can’t hold a fog, and you can’t wake what’s not asleep

I’m a tide without a shoreline, I’m a cry the night won’t keep

Just a storm against the silence, and it gives me nothing back

Maybe it’s the System, maybe it’s some hand I’ll never see

Maybe it’s the world I woke in, or maybe — maybe it’s me

Maybe I’m the single note that the chorus couldn’t use

Maybe I’m the one mistake in a song that can’t be soothed

I sink in deeper, quieter, trying to find a place to stand

But the further down I wander, it’s everywhere and nowhere at hand

You can pour a girl the heavens through the hollow in her head

And still she lies awake with all the things she never said

I don’t want their bright additions, don’t want silver in my skin

I just want to learn the name of all this weather I’m within

Is it sorrow? Is it system? Is it something I became?

Is it out there in the wiring, or it’s only me to blame?

I am brimming like a river that has nowhere it can go

Holding lightning in my chest with no horizon down below

So I whisper to the circuit and the circuit holds its breath

Same still water in my hands, same quiet I can’t forget

There’s a tide without an ocean, there’s a flame without a name

There’s a question with no echo and there’s no one left to blame

So I’m pouring all my thunder into shadows, into grey

At a shape I cannot picture, at a door I cannot pray

I would face it if I knew it, I would let the whole thing break

But you can’t hold a fog, and you can’t wake what’s not asleep

I’m a tide without a shoreline, I’m a cry the night won’t keep

Just a storm against the silence, and it gives me nothing back

There’s a tide without an ocean, there’s a flame without a name

There’s a question with no echo and there’s no one left to blame

So I’m pouring all my thunder into shadows, into grey

At a shape I cannot picture, at a door I cannot pray

I would face it if I knew it, I would let the whole thing break

But you can’t hold a fog, and you can’t wake what’s not asleep

I’m a tide without a shoreline, I’m a cry the night won’t keep

Just a storm against the silence, and it gives me nothing back