Lyric

On the usual day, I carry the bend in my name

A quiet bruise in the seam of the same old frame

I spill my shadow, and it still makes room

For a little gold to enter the room

I used to stand where the current turned hard

With a chest full of thunder and a map full of scars

But the sky kept sending its patient reply

Like a hand on the pulse of a tired-out sky

So I let the night keep moving

I let the ache come clean

What felt like a lock became a doorway

What felt like glass turned green

Hold me in the afterglow

Keep me where the soft winds go

I can heal in the in-between

I can grow where the hurt has been

Hold me in the afterglow

Let the heavy heart move slow

We can turn the crack to a seam

We can live inside the redeem

In the bright stretch of the day, I watched the faces pass

Some were cut from iron, some were spun from glass

One had a laugh like a weathered hymn

One had a hush that could pull me in

We all wore our troubles like second skin

Trying to look untouched from the shape within

But every cracked-open palm I found

Was a small, brave drum in the common ground

So I let the night keep moving

I let the ache come clean

What felt like a lock became a doorway

What felt like glass turned green

Hold me in the afterglow

Keep me where the soft winds go

I can heal in the in-between

I can grow where the hurt has been

Hold me in the afterglow

Let the heavy heart move slow

We can turn the crack to a seam

We can live inside the redeem

You came like a quiet flame in a hallway of rain

Not to erase the weather, just to soften the pain

You never asked me to be made new in a day

You sat with the storm and called it by its name

And I, with my hands full of borrowed cold

Found a warmer rhythm I could hold

It was not some miracle dressed in shine

Just two small hearts getting better with time

So I let the night keep moving

I let the ache come clean

What felt like a lock became a doorway

What felt like glass turned green

Hold me in the afterglow

Keep me where the soft winds go

I can heal in the in-between

I can grow where the hurt has been

Hold me in the afterglow

Let the heavy heart move slow

We can turn the crack to a seam

We can live inside the redeem

At work, I wear a crown made of pressure and dust

A steady little battle with a clock I don’t trust

Some days the whole world asks for more than I have

And I answer in pieces, and I answer in half

Still, I’ve seen a tiny blaze in a crowded frame

A calm eye in the middle of the nameless game

When the whole wide room starts pushing too hard

I remember the tide in a hidden yard

So I let the night keep moving

I let the ache