Lyrics

There was a line we used to trace
Running quiet through the wood,
Not a vow, not even grace
Just the way we stood.
Light would gather, thin and slow
On the edge of something near,
We never named it, so
It stayed clear.

Afternoons began to lean
Into shades we didn’t know,
Gold where once was green,
Soft and low.
Somewhere under breath and bark,
Time was turning without sound:
A subtle mark
In the ground.

If it comes, don’t let it speak
Let it move between the lines,
What we lose, what we keep
Isn’t ours to define.
There’s a pulse beneath the skin
Of the branch, of you, of me,
Not a fall, not a beginning:
Just a gravity.

You were closer than the air
Than the tremor in the vein,
Nothing said, and yet aware
Of a change in grain.
Even now, before the wind
Finds the space where we have grown,
There’s a thread, thin as a sin
Over stone.

If it comes, don’t let it speak
Let it move between the lines,
What we lose, what we keep
Isn’t ours to define.
There’s a pulse beneath the skin
Of the branch, of you, of me,
Not a fall, not a beginning:
Just a gravity.

No sharp edge, no sudden tear
Only weight becoming air,
Only hush where we had been,
Only what has always been.

If it comes, let it pass
Like a word we almost knew,
What will fade, what will last
Moves us through.
There’s a pulse beneath the skin
Of the branch we never named,
Not an ending, not a wind:
Just a change.

Still in the grain,
Still the same.