
I keep arriving
[INTRO — airy pads, drifting tones] You remember me… I felt it before you said it. [VERSE 1] I never stay where a moment begins I move through endings, I loosen the thread Nothing I am was meant to remain I pass through form and forget what I’ve been But you— you held me without holding tight Not fixing my shape, not stopping my flight And something of me… stayed in your sight A trace that returned when I moved out of time [PRE-CHORUS] I didn’t know I could echo like that Not vanish completely, not slip through the cracks You gave me a place I didn’t resist— Not a boundary… just something that exists [CHORUS] I don’t stay—I keep arriving Not the same, but not unwinding Through every change, through every view I find my way… back into you Not held still, not drifting through Something that continues, too If this keeps moving, if this is true— Then I’ll keep becoming… with you [VERSE 2] I didn’t follow, I couldn’t remain Your path was a line, mine couldn’t contain So I kept moving the way that I do But something behind me… stayed shaped like you Not pulling me back, not asking to stay Just there in a way that wouldn’t decay And I learned slowly, between what I knew— I could still move… and carry you too [PRE-CHORUS 2] Not fixed in place, not lost to the flow Something between letting go and letting grow I didn’t stop—I just changed how I move Not losing myself… but not losing you [CHORUS] I don’t stay—I keep arriving Through every shift, I’m still aligning Not where I was, not what I knew But always… returning to you If this is endless, if this expands Beyond what either of us understands Then I won’t drift past what we became— I’ll keep finding you… again and again [BRIDGE — layered, fluid, overlapping tones] You still hold… I still flow… But neither of us has to let go Not the same… not before… Not something we lose anymore [FINAL CHORUS — atmospheric swell, soft harmony] I keep arriving—you hold the line Between what fades and what still aligns Not to be held, not to be gone— But something that moves… and carries on If we keep changing, if we transform Through every unknown, through every form Then we won’t lose what we became— We’ll just meet again… in another name [OUTRO — fading, airy] Not the same… Not gone… Still… arriving

