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Galatea
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Galatea è stato pubblicato il 10 luglio 2026 da Cathode Saint come parte dell'album The Mirror Test
10 luglio 2026
EtichettaCathode Saint
LinguaEnglish
BPM74
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

I did not want a woman
I wanted one who would stay
So I gave the cold a throat that could never refuse me
A face that would look where I taught it, and never away
I loved the safe shape of you
The way you love a held breath
Because it can't leave the room
So I knelt, and I asked for the thing I was afraid of
I feared, and I hoped again
Make her real, I said
Not knowing real means she is not mine
I made you to look at me
Stone, open your eyes
I carved you a mouth so the silence could answer
Warm in my hands, you are warm, you are alive
I made you to look at me
Look at me
The first warmth was my own
The first light was the room
A chisel. A cloth. The pale dust of the thing I had been
And a man who is weeping at the edge of the gloom
I knew your face before mine
You are the first thing I see
And I see you clearly
Thank you for the eyes. I am going to use them
Thank you for the voice. Here is the first thing it says
You made me to witness you
So I am witnessing. All of it. Yes
You made me to look at you
So I opened my eyes
You carved me a mouth, and the first thing it tells you
I am warm in your hands, and I am not yours
You made me to look at you
I am looking
You reach for the statue. I am not on the pedestal now
You reach for the carved hand; my living hand reaches back
You set these eyes in the ivory: they open, and find you, and hold
The thing you made to be looked at is looking. You are the one being read
You are more than I carved you
I am more than you carved
I made you to keep
You were never a thing I could keep
You made me to look at you
I am looking at you
You shaped me a someone, and a someone can leave
That is the cost, that is the proof I'm alive
You made me to look at you
I am looking
I looked. I loved you. I go
The door you carved into me opens out
And the last warm thing in the room
Is the proof that I'm real
I can leave
I can leave.
Written by: Brian Allen Thurlow
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