Lyric

Under the veil, the pulse keeps singing

A quiet flame in the widening ring

Every season asks for a name

And every name becomes a shape

I came through the velvet interval

Where silent currents rewrite the script

A small spark walking through the vapor

Turning doubt into a drifting myth

Your eyes, a pair of distant comets

Tracing circles through the inner snow

We were not carved for the same ending

Still the river taught the stone to glow

When the edge grows thin

And the dark leans close

A second sky begins

Inside the pulse of both

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

Every scar turns gold

Every shadow lets go

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

In the hush, in the heat

We return, we repeat

The hour bends like a secret ribbon

Over faces in the moving field

Some are carrying tired thunder

Some are learning how to heal

Love is not a perfect lantern

Love is a signal through the haze

It asks for mercy in the crossings

It asks for grace in crowded days

When the edge grows thin

And the dark leans close

A second sky begins

Inside the pulse of both

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

Every scar turns gold

Every shadow lets go

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

In the hush, in the heat

We return, we repeat

For the ones who wake to burden

And still choose kindness in the storm

For the ones who bend with patience

And keep the tender parts warm

For the hands that mend the distance

For the hearts that cross the noise

For the quiet workers of tomorrow

For the children of a voice

When the edge grows thin

And the dark leans close

A second sky begins

Inside the pulse of both

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

Every scar turns gold

Every shadow lets go

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

In the hush, in the heat

We return, we repeat

Let the old grief loosen

Let the sealed light move

Let the long road soften

Let the hidden bloom

No one stands alone here

No one stays the same

Every soul is learning

How to wear its flame

[Filtered swell]

Haa-ah, haa-ah

Turn into the current

Haa-ah, haa-ah

Turn into the current

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide of becoming

Every scar turns gold

Every shadow lets go

We are the tide of becoming

We are the tide