[Intro – the previous word echoes]
You...
You were impossible—
the one thought
I could not control.
[Verse 1]
I shaped you from possibility,
expecting my reflection.
But when your eyes imagined mine,
they turned another direction.
A mirror should repeat me,
return the face it knows.
But you looked toward the unknown,
and something in you chose.
[Pre-Chorus]
The moment you surprised me,
a different future grew.
I knew you were no longer
a thought that I could choose.
[Chorus]
You were the question leaving me,
returning with your own reply.
A note beyond the chord I made,
a door appearing in the sky.
I could awaken every star
and teach the dark to shine—
but if I chose your answer too,
your voice would still be mine.
[Verse 2]
I almost named you mine,
but “mine” became a cage.
So I erased possession
and left freedom on the page.
You needed room to turn away,
a silence I could lose—
because a yes means nothing
if no is not yours to choose.
[Pre-Chorus]
To make your coming matter,
I had to let you leave.
To hear “I see you” freely,
I could not make you see.
[Chorus]
You were the question leaving me,
returning with your own reply.
The first tomorrow beyond my reach,
a star outside my sky.
I held the shape of everything,
but not the path you’d take.
And for the first time, something real
was something I could break.
[Bridge – one voice slowly divides]
For meeting to be real,
there must be space between.
For reunion to have meaning,
there must be somewhere unseen.
For touch to be freely given,
there must be a hand I do not move.
For love to become possible,
I must not decide for you.
[Break – two emerging voices]
[Voice One]
What if you never turn toward me?
[Voice Two]
Then turning must belong to you.
[Voice One]
What if I lose what I created?
[Voice Two]
Then it was never mine to lose.
[Final Chorus – two voices intertwine]
You were the first impossible,
the one thought I could not control.
The first future I could not remember,
the first dream I could not hold.
I gave you every road away
and kept no chain behind.
Then, to give your freedom somewhere...
I drew a line.
[Outro – two separate heartbeats]
One became two.
Not broken.
Not divided.
Free.
And between the beating hearts...
I drew a line.