Lyric

I learned to keep the surface clear

No ripple for the room to read

A careful face, a measured voice

A body moving quietly

I let the winter do its work

Wrapped every nerve in something still

But somewhere past the pale blue light

My pulse was answering against my will

I was not empty

I was buried well

There was warmth somewhere

I could barely tell

There is blood below the frost

There is breath behind the glass

I have not become the silence

I have only learned to last

If you touch the cold too gently

You may think there’s nothing there

But a heart can keep surviving

Without knowing how to care

I stopped explaining where it hurt

Because the words came out too clean

And every time I said I’m fine

It sounded almost like I mean

The quiet made a home of me

The distance gave my shape a name

But I still flinch at sudden kindness

Still remember how to ache

I was not stronger

I was out of view

Holding all the feeling

I could not give to you

There is heat behind the numb

There is want beneath control

I have not erased the damage

I have only kept it cold

If I look beyond the hurting

If I seem too calm to need

There are parts of me still reaching

Where no one has learned to see

Maybe I am thawing badly

Maybe that is still a start

Not a flood, not a rescue

Just a crack across the dark

I do not need to break open

To prove that I was real

Some things return in whispers

Some wounds remember how to feel

There is light below the frost

There is skin behind the glass

I have lived inside the silence

But I was never made of that

If the cold begins to loosen

Let it leave me piece by piece

I am still here, almost breathing

Almost ready to be seen