Lyrics: krysliang
Music: krysliang
Arranger: krysliang
The tectonic shift is quiet.
A jagged line beneath the surface.
I spent the summer counting every fracture.
Trying to sand them smooth against the doorframe.
Afraid to let the light trace where I fell.
But the finish is uneven.
And the texture tells a different story.
Than the one I keep rehearsing in the mirror.
If I hadnโ t tumbled down.
Iโ d never know the architecture of the valley.
The cracks are just the light- wells.
Where the grey turns into something gold.
Proof that the structure held.
Proof that the foundation moved.
But stayed.
I am more mapped than I was before.
Thereโ s a strange geometry to healing.
Itdoesn't mend in perfect lines.
It builds in wild, asymmetrical ways.
I used to pull my sweater cuffs down.
To hide the evidence of the collision.
But now the wind feels colder.
On the parts that never broke.
I think Iโ m ready to expose the seam.
If I hadnโ t tumbled down.
Iโ d never know the architecture of the valley.
The cracks are just the light- wells.
Where the grey turns into something gold.
Proof that the structure held.
Proof that the foundation moved.
But stayed.
I am more mapped than I was before.
Itisn't a badge.
Itisn't a penance.
Itโ s just the history of the impact.
Written in the only ink that lasts.
Not hidden.
Just carried.
If I hadnโ t tumbled down.
Iโ d never know the architecture of the valley.
The cracks are just the light- wells.
Where the grey turns into something gold.
Proof that the structure held.
Proof that the foundation moved.
But stayed.
I am more mapped than I was before.
Yeah, I am more mapped than I was before.
So trace the edge.
Where the old skin met the new.
Itโ s not a lesson.
Itโ s just the view.
From where I finally stood.
From where I finally stood.