Lyric

I learned to flinch from the darkened glass

Count every scar like a kind of map

Some days I’m smoke in a borrowed coat

Some days I’m salt in a river’s throat

I carried doubt like a second skin

Still kept a spark in the ruined tin

You never saw me when I bent

But I kept rising, bent and spent

And every bruise says, keep going

Every loss says, keep going

Even the ache starts showing

How to turn and keep glowing

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Hands in the storm, hearts bold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Even when the night gets cold

Love in the cracks still grows

We turn the ash to gold

At the long table, faces change

Some stay close, some rearrange

A tender word can mend the seam

A careless one can break a dream

So I choose slow, and I choose kind

Leave a soft trail in the hardwired mind

With every meeting, every try

I build a bridge where the hurt runs by

And every bruise says, keep going

Every loss says, keep going

Even the ache starts showing

How to turn and keep glowing

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Hands in the storm, hearts bold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Even when the night gets cold

Love in the cracks still grows

We turn the ash to gold

If the road goes lean and bare

I’ll still find my way through air

If your name is tied to mine

We can mend the broken line

No chain can name the soul

No fear can claim the whole

We were never built to fold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Hands in the storm, hearts bold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Even when the night gets cold

Love in the cracks still grows

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

We turn the ash to gold

Every hurting thing can glow

We turn the ash to gold