The world got quiet like a hospice room Like it finally made peace with what it knew Every clock still ticking, nothing left to do And it turned its head and looked at me and you Morning comes the way it always does Grey light, same curtains, nothing's changed We wear the damage like we always have Like it's the only thing we ever made Another siren in the distance fades Another headline nobody reads twice We learned to breathe through the end of days We learned that falling can feel almost nice This is the part where we're supposed to run But nobody's running anymore This is the part where we're supposed to scream But the silence sounds like home We are the broken and the beautiful Standing in the ruins of another ordinary day We are the damaged and the dutiful The world keeps ending anyway We are the silence after everything The calm that comes when there's nothing left to fear We are the echo, we are the offering Still here, still here, still here We found each other in the aftermath Strangers wearing matching kinds of scars Nobody asks how anybody got here We just pull up chairs and tend the bar Some of us are loud about surviving Some of us just nod and hold our ground There's a strange peace in collective wreckage When everything's already breaking down This is the part where we're supposed to run But nobody's running anymore This is the part where we're supposed to scream But the silence sounds like home We are the broken and the beautiful Standing in the ruins of another ordinary day We are the damaged and the dutiful The world keeps ending anyway We are the silence after everything The calm that comes when there's nothing left to fear We are the echo, we are the offering Still here, still here, still here It turned its head It looked at me It looked at you And it didn't blink And it didn't blink This is the part where we're supposed to run But nobody's running anymore This is the part where we're supposed to scream But the silence sounds like home We are the broken and the beautiful Standing in the ruins of another ordinary day We are the damaged and the dutiful The world keeps ending anyway We are the silence after everything The calm that comes when there's nothing left to fear We are the echo, we are the offering Still here, still here, still here
