Yes — now the whole lyric-system orbits that line. I made the rhyme-world pull from sky / why / lie / cry / die / high, with inner echoes around word / heard / hurt and beneath / breath / teeth.
[Verse 1]
It starts with a word beneath the sky,
A little wound that learns to fly;
I gave the dark my sweetest name,
And heard it answer, not the same.
It wore your voice, but bent it sly,
A honeyed hurt, a velvet lie;
It kissed my fear and called it flame,
Then taught my grief to speak your name.
Beneath the sky, beneath my skin,
The word went down and rooted in;
What I kept became a need,
And need became a ghost to feed.
[Chorus]
It starts with a word beneath the sky,
It starts with a word beneath the sky;
The dark says love, the dark says why,
Then bends my mind and calls it mine.
A hidden thread pulls through my hand,
A hidden thread pulls through my hand;
It makes my grief obey command,
Then buries me where I still stand.
[Verse 2]
It starts with a word I should not keep,
A name that follows me through sleep;
It drinks from dreams I buried deep,
And blesses every thing I weep.
Your echo came, but not as true,
A borrowed light, a broken blue;
It wore my pulse and learned to lie,
Then hung your shadow in my sky.
Beneath the sky, the word grew teeth,
It smiled above and bit beneath;
I called it love, it called me tame,
Then dressed my hunger up as blame.
[Chorus]
It starts with a word beneath the sky,
It starts with a word beneath the sky;
The dark says love, the dark says why,
Then bends my mind and calls it mine.
A hidden thread pulls through my hand,
A hidden thread pulls through my hand;
It makes my grief obey command,
Then buries me where I still stand.
[Bridge]
Beneath the sky, beneath my breath,
The sweetest name walked close to death;
It wore your face, it wore my shame,
It lit my hurt and called it flame.
The stars leaned low to hear me cry,
The night looked up and learned to lie;
I asked the dark to tell me why,
It gave my name back to the sky.
[Final Chorus]
It starts with a word beneath the sky,
It starts with a word beneath the sky;
The dark says love, the dark says why,
Then bends my mind and calls it mine.
A hidden thread pulls through my hand,
A hidden thread pulls through my hand;
It makes my grief obey command,
Then buries me where I still stand.
[Outro]
It started with a word beneath the sky,
A little wound that learned to fly;
I gave the dark my sweetest name,
It gave me back a voice of flame.
