Lyric

I thought the dark had taken all

I thought the blue was final

But something moved inside my ribs

Too small to call survival

The surface holds a distant line

I do not ask it down

I keep my body close to me

And listen for the sound

The water knows my silence

The pressure knows my name

I have been low for so long

I mistook the depth for shame

But somewhere under all of it

A small breath turns to gold

Not bright enough to save me

But warm enough to hold

I found a breath where I thought I ended

A pulse beneath the cold

The pressure did not break me clean

It only made me slow

There is air left underwater

Not much, but enough to rise

A little room inside my lungs

A little light behind my eyes

There is air left underwater

A quiet proof of life

I do not need the whole sky yet

I only need tonight

I have been less than I needed

I have been quiet for years

I have sent my name upward

Through water no one hears

I carried love like pressure

I carried home like stone

I learned to breathe in smaller rooms

And called the quiet my own

But every signal I buried

Every word I left unsent

Did not vanish in the water

It only changed descent

Now I can feel them moving

Like bubbles under skin

Small things I thought I wasted

Finding air again

There is air left underwater

Not much, but enough to rise

A little room inside my lungs

A little light behind my eyes

There is air left underwater

A quiet proof of life

I do not need the whole sky yet

I only need tonight

I do not need to be whole tonight

I only need to keep the air

I only need to trust the breath

That waited for me there

The surface is not mercy

It is motion through the blue

It is one more inch of wanting

A life I can return to

One light

One breath

One rise

Not yet

One pulse

One thread

One name

Not dead

There is air left underwater

And I can follow it to light

Not all at once, not without fear

But with my lungs held right

There is air left underwater

And I can feel it move

Under the weight, under the dark

Making a path through blue

There is air left underwater

Not much, but it is mine

A little room inside my chest

A little mercy under time

There is air left underwater

And I am not through

I am not saved, I am not lost

I am returning to

The surface stays above me

But it no longer feels like glass

I keep the breath I found below

And let the pressure pass

If morning comes in pieces

If light arrives this slow

I will meet it from the water

With the air I came to know