Lyric

Waking alone, palm meets the bed

Cool empty shape where warmth had spread

The room keeps score in quiet tones

A closing sky behind the bones

What once burned bright became the rain

A golden ruin, a lasting gain

The hand that left also left a map

To cross the dark and not collapse

After the flood, the heart still sings

A shattered vase with silver rings

After the flood, a new flame grows

Through broken fields, a softer glow

That old storm broke, then set free

A sweeter pulse inside the sea

Pages of moments, folded tight

Kept in the seams of dawn and night

The past may ache like a winter tree

Still, every loss made room to breathe

What once burned bright became the rain

A golden ruin, a lasting gain

The hand that left also left a map

To cross the dark and not collapse

After the flood, the heart still sings

A shattered vase with silver rings

After the flood, a new flame grows

Through broken fields, a softer glow

That old storm broke, then set free

A sweeter pulse inside the sea

Not every ending takes the light

Some carve a door through deepest night

The wound turned wise, the ache turned kind

A warmer rhythm moved the mind

After the flood, the heart still sings

A shattered vase with silver rings

After the flood, a new flame grows

Through broken fields, a softer glow

That old storm broke, then set free

A sweeter pulse inside the sea