(Verse 1) He wakes heavy. Pain in the body, fog in the mind. The weekl has worn him thin. He's moving through the world like it's made of stone. But he keeps going because that's what he does. (Pre Chorus) A soft presence. A shimmer he didn't expect. She doesn't erase the pain, but she lightens it. She reminds him of colour when everything feels grey. (Chorus) His depth gives her meaning. Her sparkle gives him breath. They balance. They rise because they rise together. The feeling needs the sparkle, and the sparkle needs the feeling. (Verse 2) She tries to shine. She wants to be light, soft, joyful. But the world is sharp, loud, overwhelming. She risks floating away of oversimplifying things. She gets lost when things get too real. (Pre Chorus) He grounds her. He holds her steady. He gives her permission to be soft. He shields her from the world's weight. (Chorus) The sparkle needs the feeling, and the feeling needs the sparkle. She rises because he steadies her. He breaths easier because she brightens him. Two halves of one truth. (Verse 3) A little of him. A little of her. They walk together. They lift each other. They're stronger as a pair than either could be alone. (Bridge) If you look closely, you'll see they're not opposites - they're reflections. Light and shadow dancing. Two truths, one heart. They're not halves - they're a while learning to breath. (Final Chorus - Extended) His depth gives her meaning. Her sparkle gives him breath. They balance. They rise because they rise together. The feeling needs the sparkle, and the sparkle needs the feeling. She rises because he steadies her. He breaths easier because she brightens him. Two halves of one truth. And the world makes sense again when both sides shine. (Outro) Don't look at them in one dimension - they're more than that. Every person is a constellation. Every heart has two lights.
