WINDOW (Heh) — Lyrics

Sneak peak the album as it’s being written. Some songs streaming, the rest wait until April.

“Choice isn’t what or who—
it’s between you and you.”

Intro

we’ve been walking…
naming ghosts,
burying what kept you alive.
Now slow down —
Look at a window —
this gate is glass —

Heh—

Verse 1

Crow says:
Confidence left
when danger stayed.
Trust packed light
and learned delay.
Play went quiet
to keep the peace.
Rest wore armor
and stayed on leash.

Fire taught you.
Burned what it could —
Now sky drops leftovers
like it said it would —
Window grieves the past.
We look, then we pass.

Pre-Chorus

Heh is breath fire leaves behind.
A steady star in open sky —
Heh is staying with the feeling
without turning it into meaning —
Fire finishes speaking.
Window offers mercy.

Chorus

window—
raining fire, water on ash.
window—
raining fire, watch it pass.
window shows
what’s left to see.
what survived
rests with me.

Pre-Chorus

Heh is breath fire leaves behind.
A steady star in open sky —
Heh is staying with the feeling
without turning it into meaning —
Fire finishes speaking.
Window offers mercy.

Chorus

window—
raining fire, water on ash.
window—
raining fire, watch it pass.
window shows
what’s left to see.
what survived
rests with me.

Bridge

Say to your ghost—
Thank you for the defense —
Thank you for standing ready—
through the waiting and pain—
Window is clear—
I’m good from here—

Chorus

window—
raining fire, water on ash.
window—
raining fire, watch it pass.
window shows
what’s left to see.
what survived
rests with me.

Outro

Crow says:
Heat releases.
Window witnesses.
Stars remain.
They wait.
Stay by the window today.
When you’re ready—
we’ll straighten what bends.

Everything evens out.

Loui crow

This is a record of becoming.

I make music, practice mirror work, somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself.

I talk through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

I follow what supports me staying here — language, ritual, gentleness, curiosity.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that the body listens to language and that focus shapes experience.

Nothing here asks belief.

I share what I am learning as I go in case anyone resonates.

I leave breadcrumbs.

Take what feeds you.

Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.

You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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