Desire Path

[Verse 1]
The hairline fracture on your collarbone
From that fixie crash on Wythe Avenue.
I’m mapping out this city made of bone,
A private survey just for me and you.

[Chorus]
Oh, let me be the planner of this sin,
Draw the setback line where we begin.
This isn’t love, it’s urban exploration,
A variance from holy isolation.

[Verse 2]
They taught me non-attachment in Kyoto's quiet,
Where every gate was a lesson in release.
But the radiator's wabi-sabi hiss is a riot
When at 2 AM you ask, "Are you at peace?"

[Chorus]
Oh, let me be the planner of this sin,
Draw the setback line where we begin.
This isn’t love, it’s urban exploration,
A variance from holy isolation.

[Bridge]
This isn't satori, it’s a structural defect,
A beautiful collapse I didn't architect.
A fault line running underneath the calm I perfected.

[Chorus]
(Key Change)
So let me be the planner of this sin,
Erase the setback line and let me in.
This isn't love, it's a new foundation,
A variance from holy isolation.

[Outro]
The doorway of your collarbone.