Tell me, about you.

They speak my name in borrowed words.
Each echo answers back the same.
A hundred voices tell my story...
Yet never know my name.
The louder grows what others hear...
The less of me remains.

I am more than what you've heard.
More than every borrowed word.
Listen long enough...
My voice returns.

I wear the names they hand to me.
Until they almost feel like skin.
I answer echoes day by day...
And wonder where I've been.
How quietly a borrowed voice...
Can drown the one within.

I am more than what you've heard.
More than every borrowed word.
Listen long enough...
My voice returns.

Tell me, about you.

Not what you prove...
But what you love.

Tell me what still
makes you wonder.

Tell me what steals your sleep.
Tell me the dream you've never spoken.
Tell me the promise you still keep.
Tell me where joy still finds you.
Tell me where hope breaks through.

I'll listen until the echoes fade.
Then tell me about you.

The echoes travel farther still.
My voice remains where it began.
If all you've heard are echoes now...
You've never known who I am.

I am more than what you've heard.
More than every borrowed word.
Listen long enough...
My voice returns.

Perhaps we trade our names away.
For certainty that feels like peace.
We learn to answer every echo...
And hear ourselves decrease.

The quiet waits beneath them all...
Where something true still speaks.

Echoes always need a wall.
A voice belongs to open air.
Don't tell me who you think I am...
Come... Meet me there.

Listen long enough...
My voice returns.

Listen long enough...

Tell me, about you.

Not what they've called you.
Not what you've become.
Tell me, about you.