Storm Blue

Every dawnless span, the chest still beats

Same road, new shoes, fresh scars, same feet

Silver lines in the skin say,"stay"

Young eyes, old eyes, all taste the day

When the world gets loud, the soul gets thin

A cracked little light still lives within

So if the wind bites hard tonight

Turn the bruise into a hymn

Let the dark keep its appetite

Still, the inner flame slips in

Tides within, tides within

Keep the heart from breaking

Tides within, tides within

Keep the whole world waking

When the room goes cold

That glow still sings

Tides within, tides within

Carry everything

By the grindstone hours, the blood grows tired

Chains of expectation, sparks, and wire

One hand reaching, one hand signed

For a softer path through iron time

Side by side, two sparks can mend

Even bent old branches bloom again

So if the rain gets loud tonight

Turn the hurt into a hymn

Let the doubt keep its appetite

Still, the inner flame slips in

Tides within, tides within

Keep the heart from breaking

Tides within, tides within

Keep the whole world waking

When the room goes cold

That glow still sings

Tides within, tides within

Carry everything

Some days are a storm-blue jar

Some days are a clean-cut star

Some days ask for a softer voice

Some days ask for a harder choice

For the one who climbs through smoke and glass

For the one who keeps the promise past

No saint, no king, just a pulse and a spark

Turning a bruise into a map in the dark

Tides within, tides within

Keep the heart from breaking

Tides within, tides within

Keep the whole world waking

When the room goes cold

That glow still sings

Tides within, tides within

Carry everything

Carry everything

Carry everything

Tides within

Still carrying everything