"Every Letter" is a song by Hailey Bennett, Peter Dinklage, and Kelvin Harrison Jr. from the 2021 musical romantic drama film Cyrano. The song featured in the Season Twenty-Six episode "Deep Learning".
Background[]
The song plays during a montage of Stan and Wendy texting to each other; Stan is using ChatGPT to generate every message while Wendy views them joyfully. The scene is also a reference to the original song in Cyrano.
Lyrics[]
The ink on the paper makes me nervous,
I nearly lose my vision,
And then my breath, and my pulse, and my mind quickens
Head below my knees,
I come alive with every stroke of every letter
In every line you write, keeps me awake thinking back, oh,
My first sight of you was my first heart attack
Every letter make me lose my reason
Every word is like your kindest touch
And if I told you how much I need you,
Would you give me your self or turn and run?
You light up desire just by describing it
I read to myself until I go blind
Your words fall around me all through the night,
I can't resist and I don't want to fight
Will you be held?
Will you be touched?
By my hand through this paper
Is this all too much?
Will we be ravaged? Will we be true?
To somebody perfect, somebody like you?
I'm tired of yearning,
I'm tired of learning,
I need to drink you, my heart has been burning
Ever since I saw you, backwards through the glass
Of a thin window pain,
Like a thin see through mask,
These words are the truth
Just let them sink in
Through your thin fingered gloves
To your hand, to your skin,
Like ribbon on wrists, let them hold you and twist,
Let them touch you all over until you can't resist
Every letter make me lose my reason
Every word is like your kindest touch
And if I told you how much I need you
Would you give me your self or turn and run
You light up desire just by describing it
I read to myself until I go blind
Your words fall around me all through the night,
I can't resist and I don't want to fight
Will you be held?
Will you be touched?
By my hand through this paper
Is this all too much?
Will we be ravaged? Will we be true?
Will we be ravaged? Will we be true?
To somebody perfect, somebody like you?