You’re not your name on the envelope Not your job on the plastic card Not the face you fix in the window Or the stories you tell in the bar You’re the tremor before you answer The way you flinch when a door slams hard You’re the breath you take in the silence When you finally drop your guard This is the soul Bare and breathing Under the noise Underneath it all Quiet and wild Bruised and believing Lost in the crowd Still hearing a call Not what you’ve done Not what they’re seeing Just what remains When you lose it all You’re the ache when the party’s over The lump in your throat in the dark You’re the hand that reaches for mercy Even after it’s torn apart You’re the prayer that nobody hears you say Mumbled into your pillowcase You’re the part of you you can’t explain But you feel it when you’re held in place This is the soul Bare and breathing Under the noise Underneath it all Quiet and wild Bruised and believing Lost in the crowd Still hearing a call Not what you’ve done Not what they’re seeing Just what remains When you lose it all Strip the letters from your door Take the pictures off the wall Who are you Who are you then When there’s nothing left to hold But that small and stubborn warmth In your chest That says “begin again” (begin again) This is the soul Bare and breathing Under the noise Underneath it all Quiet and wild Bruised and believing Falling apart Still trying to crawl Not what you’ve done Not what you’re keeping Just what remains When you lose it all Just what remains When you’ve lost it all
