Verse 1] I lay down on the grass last night Counted something I couldn’t count There’s a galaxy behind every star And a galaxy behind that one I kept going until my chest Pressed flat against the ground
[Pre-Chorus] I am so small I am barely a signal A comma at the edge Of a sentence no one has finished
[Chorus] But even commas carry weight Even the spaces between things Are shaped by what surrounds them I am here, and here means something In every version of this universe I was always going to be in it
[Verse 2] Somewhere a version of me Took the other door, the other road Is lying on a different patch of grass Counting the same impossible sky We both arrived at the same question From a thousand different places
[Pre-Chorus] I was so small just a faint signal a comma drifting on a paragraph someone has started
[Chorus] But even commas carry weight Even the spaces between things Are shaped by what surrounds them I am here, and here means something In every version of this universe I was always going to be in it
[Melodic Harp, Strings, and Vibraphone][Cosmic Sound]
[Bridge] I don’t need to map the rift Or name every parallel line There’s a version of this moment In every direction I could go And in all of them I’m still looking up
[Chorus] But even commas carry weight Even the spaces between things Are shaped by what surrounds them I am here, and here means something In every version of this universe I was always going to be in it
[Final Chorus - key lift, warm and accepting] Every comma carries weight Every space between things Is shaped by what surrounds it I am here, and here means something In every version of this universe I was always going to be in it
[Outro - soft, sparse, barely above breath] Just a dot A necessary dot In an infinite and generous sky