[Intro – soft piano, distant choir] White… as far as I can see Quiet… finally quiet… [Verse 1] Snow fell gentle like a lullaby Blanket on a world that wouldn’t die I followed silence to an open place Breathing clouds into my frozen sleeves No footprints, no smoke, no hungry sound Just a pale horizon laid flat on the ground I told my heart, “You can unclench tonight” I told my fear, “We made it out alive” [Pre-Chorus] Then the wind stopped… and I heard it A rhythm where there shouldn’t be [Chorus] Tapping under the snow Like a pulse I can’t ignore I thought I found a safe place But it’s a grave beneath the floor This isn’t a field— it’s glass And I’m standing on the past All those faces staring up at me Trapped in a field of glass [Verse 2] I brushed the drift away with shaking hands And saw the truth spread out like broken land A frozen lake, a mirror sealed in ice With bodies sunk below the winter light Eyes wide open, mouths caught mid-prayer Pale hands reaching like they’re still in there And when I leaned in close to look away Their fingernails kept ticking from the deep [Pre-Chorus] Not the wind… not the trees Just the dead beneath my feet [Chorus] Tapping under the snow Like a pulse I can’t ignore I thought I found a safe place But it’s a grave beneath the floor This isn’t a field— it’s glass And I’m standing on the past All those faces staring up at me Trapped in a field of glass [Bridge – heavier, orchestral swell] How long were they waiting? How long have they been awake? Do they remember drowning Or only the cold that stayed? (strings rise) I can feel it through the soles of my boots A thousand little knocks spelling out the truth: “Don’t trust the quiet… Don’t trust the white… Don’t trust the mercy of a winter night…” [Breakdown – half-time, whispered to belted] I can’t move— If I run, will the ice give way? If I scream, Will the lake answer back my name? [Final Chorus – biggest] Tapping under the snow Now it’s thunder in my bones I thought I found salvation But I’m standing on their home This isn’t a field— it’s glass And it’s cracking from my past All those faces staring up at me Like they know I won’t last [Outro – piano only] White as far as I can see… Quiet… Until it taps back.
