[Intro] Breathing in that cold air, From the crack in the kitchen window. [Verse 1] Sitting in the hush after the door slam, Counting my pulse in the quiet. The radiator ticks like it's thinking, But the floorboards hold my weight. [Build] And these lungs remember their own depth, With air that doesn't taste like dust. [Chorus] These stoic lungs, they remember how, To pull me through ache and doubt. A steady thump, a counted-out breath, In the aftermath, I'm still here now. [Verse 2] The pilot light clicks, then catches again, Small proof in a cooling house. No percussion, just this heartbeat thump, And wood complaining underfoot. [Build] And I lean on what doesn't shout, That holds when the room goes calm. [Chorus] These stoic lungs, they remember how, To pull me through ache and doubt. A steady thump, a counted-out breath, In the aftermath, I'm still here now. [Bridge] (Just a draft under the door) But it keeps the pilot lit. In the stillness, I say my name—still mine. [Chorus] These stoic lungs, they remember how, To pull me through ache and doubt. A steady thump, a counted-out breath, In the aftermath, I'm still here now. [Outro] Breathing out, breathing in, My ribs rise like old stairs. The pulse remains, steady and slow, And the cold air doesn't scare me.
