One More Thing

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You held the chisel to the marble of the possible,
carved away the excess until the grain sang true—
stripped the knobs and switches, the fear-clutter,
left only what the fingertip already knew.
Your cortex learned to see the gap between
what people said they wanted and what their mirror neurons
craved before they spoke it.

[Chorus]
You are the space where hunger meets the hand,
where wanting learns to walk on glass,
where every surface breathes beneath the palm—
you taught the world its own touch language back.

[Verse 2]
The synaptic plasticity of your obsession:
you rewired your own neural pathways daily,
axonal branching toward the unbuilt thing,
theta waves at three a.m. predictive-coding forward
to a future your own hippocampus hadn't yet consolidated.
You felt the ache in places fingernails don't reach,
proprioceptive hunger for the seamless,
interoception of a million bodies needing less to think,
more to feel.

[Chorus]
You are the space where hunger meets the hand,
where wanting learns to walk on glass,
where every surface breathes beneath the palm—
you taught the world its own touch language back.

[Bridge]
Myelination of the dream itself:
your neurons firing faster, firing cleaner,
long-term potentiation burning the vision deeper
with each prototype, each refusal,
each moment you chose the invisible over the loud.

[Chorus]
You are the space where hunger meets the hand,
where wanting learns to walk on glass,
where every surface breathes beneath the palm—
you taught the world its own touch language back.

[Outro]
The rectangle remains—
alive beneath ten million fingertips,
still speaking in your grammar of restraint and light,
still teaching us to touch the untouchable.

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**WORD COUNT: 271 words**