Cartography of Open Skies

(Verse 1) The maps we drew with shaking hands finally led us somewhere worth the breathing I've been tracing new roads on the horizon since the winter stopped its grieving Swallow the static, darling we were born to find our frequency (Pre-Chorus) And I felt everything and this time it all landed right (this time it landed) (Chorus) So sing it from the highest water tower roof we survived on borrowed time and now we choose I am the voice in a room you're running toward I am the first word filling up your chest like light (Verse 2) December kept its promises better than we ever thought it could Streetlights and open windows are altars to the things we understood Count the entry points, count them every one a different way back in (Bridge — spoken/screamed alternating) This is not an ending / this is a blueprint for becoming This is not a white flag / this is cartography of open lungs Find your way forward. Find your way forward. You will. (Outro — clean vocals swelling) We were maps discovering destinations we were hands finally making translations And every word I ever meant arrived exactly where it needed to land