[Verse 1]
Born with a compass spinning in two directions at once,
A mind that maps the continent before it runs,
Three bodies lined up in the house of the far shore,
Thinking, wanting, acting — all aimed at something more,
The questioner who climbs the argument to its peak,
Then builds the answer into something sturdy, not mystique.

[PreChorus]
But the stars inside that fifth-house storm spun wild and deep,
Feeling everything precisely while the world was asleep.

[Chorus]
Alex, the sky tonight is full and blinding bright,
Every hidden thing you carried stepping into the light,
Alex, this revealing moon was always meant for you,
The one who went the deepest knows what midnight turns into.

[Verse 2]
There's a lodger in the crossroads between the heart and the name,
Identity squared against emotion, never quite the same,
The mind runs sharp as a ledger, every column clear,
But underneath the careful math lives something hard to hear,
A cluster of three voices — purpose, passion, the long view —
All driving from the same direction, all unmistakably you.

[PreChorus]
The unseen work, the generosity given without score,
A quiet force behind the curtain, giving more and more.

[Chorus]
Alex, the full moon pulls the blueprint to the floor,
Every disciplined ambition knocking on a door,
Alex, the one who seeks what's true through fire and philosophy —
The archer doesn't wait for permission to fly free.

[Verse 3]
When you love, it isn't gesture — it's a foundation poured,
Not the candlelit declaration but the key left under the door,
The kind that travels across the miles, across the idea,
That finds the other person's meaning and holds it near,
The seventh house asks you to stay in the dream without dissolving,
To keep your own address while every mystery keeps evolving.

[PreChorus]
The full moon rising calls the name the hidden hours kept sealed,
What lived inside the dark this long was never meant concealed.

[Chorus]
Alex, the sky lays open everything you've known,
The road you mapped in secret now is finally shown,
Alex, the one the questions made, the one the depth refined —
A full moon only rises for the rarest kind of mind.

[Bridge]
The ambition on the mountaintop, the vision none could see,
The freedom pressed inside a structure, wanting to break free,
The wound of standing just outside the circle of the crowd —
That outsider built the longer table and invited everyone loud.

[Outro]
Alex, the revealing moon has spoken every line,
The stars have always known whose story this has been — it's mine.
Now go and speak the complex thing in language anyone can hold,
The sky you carry says it's time to let that story be told.