[Verse 1] In the glasswork tide, a fin grows into a hand A jaw keeps yesterday’s map, but learns the silted land You call them almost-somethings, misshapen, out of place They thread the warming current with tomorrow in their face [Pre-Chorus] I know the crooked blueprint, every seam I tried to hide But the water keeps on changing; there is room on every side [Chorus] I am the hinge, I am the gill Half of the old world, learning the still Turn—then breathe—through the shifting blue Every strange piece carries me through I won’t be finished to be whole I’ll take my odd shape toward the unknown [Verse 2] A lantern-boned small swimmer keeps one foot upon the stone Its awkward little balance makes a kingdom of its own The tank’s cracked open at the edge; the tide is coming in What looked like a flaw in the making is where the future gets in [Bridge] Let the current redraw me Let the salt rearrange I can carry what made me And still welcome the change [Final Chorus] I am the hinge, I am the gill Half of the old world, learning the still Turn—then breathe—through the shifting blue Every strange piece carries me through I won’t be finished to be whole I’ll take my odd shape toward the unknown [Outro] Not complete, not out of time A new shore fits this shape of mine
