12. The One Between Us

Written By Loui Crow
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Who's between us?
The one who watches my two eyes while they face each other.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Who is looking?
I am an aperture.
The universe looks through me.
The light passes through me.
I hold the opening.
Look through me.

[VERSE 1]
I watch my mind run.
I sit where the masks fall away.
My eyes trace a slow rhythm in the mirror.
The bridge of my nose becomes a path.
Right eye, left eye,
right eye, left eye.
My eyelids feel heavy,
I can barely keep them open.
Something in me stays awake.
This body breathes.
This heart beats.
I watch from the space between.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Who is looking?
I am an aperture.
The universe looks through me.
The light passes through me.
I hold the opening.
Look through me.

[CHORUS]
The one between — the space before sleep,
my heavy eyes become the portal.
The one between.
The mirror shows me who I am when I am not looking through either eye.
The one between.
(Enter the portal.)

[VERSE 2]
My left eye freezes when I ask it to meet the other.
It does not know the threat is gone.
I leave that eye to its own timing.
The muscle holds a memory.
Right eye moves.
Left eye stays.
I keep staring until the room falls away.
"I" behind the eyes.
The center watches both.
The observer wakes up inside the observed.
I practice waking inside the dream.
I find the mirror. I look for my eyes.
When I see them,
I remember — I am dreaming.

[PRE-CHORUS]
Who is looking?
I am an aperture.
The universe looks through me.
The light passes through me.
I hold the opening.
Look through me.

[CHORUS]
The one between — the space before sleep,
my heavy eyes become the portal.
The one between.
The mirror shows me who I am when I am not looking through either eye.
The one between.
(Enter the portal.)

[BRIDGE]
I stay awake, as long as I can.
The dream tries to pull me.
I hold the gaze.

[CHORUS]
The one between — the space before sleep,
my heavy eyes become the portal.
The one between.
The mirror shows me who I am when I am not looking through either eye.
The one between.
(Enter the portal.)

[OUTRO]
The one between us holds both eyes.
I saw it all.
I watched you carry yourself.
You were not alone in the frozen gaze.
(Right eye. Left eye. The one between us.)

Loui Crow

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

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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