[Clean electric guitar echoes with harmonics

Subtle ambient sounds (wind, distant thunder)]

They say the sky don’t cry…

But I’ve seen it flood for less than this.

Rain on the glass, breath like a ghost

Pale blue flicker from a TV that knows

Every lie I ever told myself

Every word I swallowed just to keep off a shelf

I walked through fire with a stranger's note

With a pocket full of reasons I never wrote

And a silence so loud

Made me deaf to the sound

I thought the light was salvation

But it was just a bulb in a motel reflection

Truth hit harder when it wore your skin

And I never stopped falling once I gave in

Heaven don’t know me—never did

I was too lost, too loud, too hard to forgive

Said a thousand prayers with a mouth full of smoke

But the wires were dead and the line never spoke

Cigarette burns in the shape of a past

That still dances in shadows I can’t outlast

The bed's still warm from something I forgot

And the mirror’s cracked from every shot I fought

There's a hole in the ceiling where the dreams leak in

But they never stay—they just touch my skin

Long enough to remind me what I never had

Then vanish again like it was all pretend

I stitched my wounds with thread made of sound

From voices that don’t visit this side of town

Built a church from empty bottles and wire

Lit the altar with the tip of a liar

Heaven don’t know me—turns the page

When I scream, when I burn, when I bend the cage

Tore out the maps and let the compass bleed

Ain’t no direction for a soul like me

You ever sit in silence so deep, it roars?

Like the air's holdin’ its breath, waiting for more

And all you got is a torn-up coat

A faded voice, and a dream you wrote

In someone else’s blood

I tried to stay soft…

But the world didn’t want soft

It wanted noise

It wanted pain

It wanted everything I swore I’d never give

So I gave it

All of it

And I waited…

Waited for the sky to open

Waited for something holy

But all I got

Was the echo of a door I never closed

Heaven don’t know me—it don’t write back

I left too many footprints in the ash

Tried to fly with torn wings made of spite

Now I’m just a whisper crawling through the night

And I waited…

Waited for the sky to open

Waited for something holy

But all I got

Was the echo of a door I never closed

(...)

Heaven don’t know me—it don’t write back

I left too many footprints in the ash

Tried to fly with torn wings made of spite

Now I’m just a whisper crawling through the night

(...)

Heaven don’t know me—never did

I was too lost, too loud, too hard to forgive

Said a thousand prayers with a mouth full of smoke

But the wires were dead and the line never spoke

Heaven don’t know me—turns the page

When I scream, when I burn, when I bend the cage

Tore out the maps and let the compass bleed

Ain’t no direction for a soul like me

Heaven don’t know me—it don’t write back

I left too many footprints in the ash

Tried to fly with torn wings made of spite

Now I’m just a whisper crawling through the night