[Verse 1] Long before your heartbeat, you were just a glitch A spark inside the wiring, a flicking of a switch. I think about the morning, the coffee on the floor, And how a broken screen became an open door. The logic was a straight line, or so I had been told, Until the chaos turned our leaden days to gold. [Chorus] You are the storm that the butterfly made, The debt to the friction that we finally paid. A billion tiny turnings, a million miles of "if", Brought us to the edge of this beautiful cliff. The ghost in the decimal, the light in the view, The impossible math that resulted in you. [Verse 2] If the rain was later by a minute’s time, The street would be a desert, I’d be past my prime. If a light stayed green, or if the train was fast, We’d be only shadows, fading in the past. It’s a quiet science, how a single spark, Can rewrite the ending, and illuminate the dark. [Bridge / Verse 3] Now you’re chasing shadows, finding your own way, A rebel in the rhythm of the everyday. The world is still a machine, cold and made of steel, But you break the pattern, and that’s all that is real. You’re not a perfect number, you’re the wild variation, The beautiful error, the heart’s gravitation. [Chorus] You are the storm that the butterfly made, The debt to the friction that we finally paid. A billion tiny turnings, a million miles of "if", Brought us to the edge of this beautiful cliff. The ghost in the decimal, the light in the view, The impossible math that resulted in you. [Outro] Keep your own chaos. Find your own beat. The math is never over. The sequence is complete. One wingbeat... One spark... The storm starts now.
