Verse 1) Inhaling the distance, becoming the bloom The widening reaches to swallow the room. Collapsing in circles, outgrowing the skin Where the ending is waiting for us to begin. We’re spilling and drifting, we’re failing to hold The warming is turning the silver to gold. (Chorus) Overcoming the weight, overstepping the line To shatter the rhythm and outrun the time. Escaping the breathing, the pulse, and the pull The hollow is heavy, the empty is full. We’re rising in falling, we’re staying to leave In the space between gasping and trying to breathe. (Verse 2) Dissolving the shadows, eroding the glass The staying is watching the centuries pass. Unfolding the stillness, vibrating the bone The knowing is better than being alone. We’re burning to freezing, we’re losing the find In the shifting of mirrors that’s blurring the mind. (Bridge) (Staccato, focused on action) Breaking. Repeating. Ascending the floor. Deleting the "after," forgetting the "before." Expanding the needle, contracting the light The waking is just a new version of night. (Chorus) Overcoming the weight, overstepping the line To shatter the rhythm and outrun the time. Escaping the breathing, the pulse, and the pull The hollow is heavy, the empty is full. We’re rising in falling, we’re staying to leave In the space between gasping and trying to breathe. (Outro) The yielding is growing. The fading is bright. Becoming the morning. Forgetting the sight. (Just... becoming.)
