[instrumental — shimmering pads, detuned keys, sub-bass breathing] [Intro / Verse 1 — fragile, glass-placed] I was a tower once Built from the fear of small Every floor another reason Not to kneel at all (at all... at all...) Crystalline and certain Too high to hear the hymn That the floor was singing softly Waiting to let me in The gratitude I wanted Kept floating past my hands I couldn't catch the feathers From where I chose to stand (chose to stand... chose to...) Had to crack Had to fracture Had to let the structure Fall [Verse 2 — whispered, close] I had to kneel to see it Had to fall to feel it Every time I stood too tall The gratitude couldn't reach me (couldn't reach... couldn't reach...) Pride was a ceiling I kept painting gold But gold doesn't let the light through Only the cracks do Only the low places hold What the heights refuse I bent down to tie my shoe And saw the whole damn view [Movement II — Spectral IDM] Shrine bells in the collapse (collapse... collapse...) Something ancient in the gap Between who I performed And who was underneath the act Shakuhachi through the wreckage Singing what my pride refused The lower that I crumbled The more the gratitude came through (came through... through... through...) Granular and holy Tuvan drone beneath my chest The humming of the humble Finally letting me rest [Pre-Chorus — building] The floor showed me the sky (showed me... showed me...) Had to empty out to fill Had to stop the climb to fly Had to swallow all my pride Just to learn to say (to say... to say...) [Chorus — first lift] THANK YOU FOR THE SMALL THINGS (small things!) I was too big to see THANK YOU FOR THE QUIET (the quiet!) That was screaming under me Humble let me hear it (hear it!) Humble let me near it (near it!) Gratitude was always here I just had to kneel To feel it (feel it... feel it... feel it...) [Art-Rock Nocturnal Switch — rooms & floors] Now I walk through rooms differently (differently...) Now I see what the floor sees The dust that holds the light The cracks where the gifts squeeze (squeeze through... squeeze...) Pride was just a ceiling I painted to feel tall But tall was just a distance From everything that called The gratitude was patient (so patient...) Waiting decades in the low For me to finally bend enough To let it say hello (hello... hello... hello...) Detuned and uncertain But certain of this much: The bowing let me feel it The humble let me touch What the tower never could [Pre-Drop Build — shrine bells intensifying] And now I understand (understand!) What the bowing showed me (showed me!) What the kneeling knows (knows!) What the small things hold When we finally Let Them GROW— [Festival Drop — anthemic chant] GRATITUDE COMES TO THE HUMBLE! (humble! humble!) GRACE POURS INTO THE LOW! (the low!) I HAD TO LOSE THE TOWER JUST TO LET THE GARDEN GROW! (let it grow! let it grow!) THANK YOU FOR THE BREAKING! (breaking!) THANK YOU FOR THE FALL! (the fall!) THE BOWING WASN'T WEAKNESS IT WAS THE DOOR THROUGH THE WALL! What the kneeling gave me! (gave me!) What the small allowed! (allowed!) Humility's the entrance And I'm finally through now! THROUGH NOW! (through!) THROUGH NOW! (through!) GRATEFUL AND THROUGH NOW! [Chorus — over the drop, tighter] THANK YOU FOR THE SMALL THINGS (small things!) I was too big to see THANK YOU FOR THE FLOOR NOW (the floor!) For finally holding me Humble let me hear it (hear it!) Humble let me near it (near it!) Gratitude was always here I just had to kneel To feel it [Hypnotic Drone Fade — basements & ground] What the bowing showed me... (showed me...) What the humble knows... (knows...) Gratitude lives in the basement Where the proud refuse to go... (refuse to go...) I went... (I went...) I knelt... (I knelt...) I felt... (I felt...) What I couldn't reach From any height I'd ever built... (ever built... built... built...) Thank you... (thank you...) For the floor... (the floor...) For showing me the door... Was always lower Than I thought I could afford To explore... Now I walk through rooms differently (on the ground...) I explored... and I found... What was waiting... On the ground... Gratitude... That only humble Lets you hold... [shrine bell, single, distant]
