[Verse 1] A tap became a fracture. The fracture filled with gold. I pushed the warm wall outward till the morning took a hold. First breath shook the grasses. First step woke the ground. I left the shell behind me, warm and broken, white and round. The whole world smelled like morning, and the morning felt like mine. [Pre-Chorus] No map beneath my eyelids. No name tied to my skin. The shell became a doorway when I broke it from within. [Chorus] One small crack. One whole sky. First breath shaking. First step landing. I am here. I am alive. One small crack. One whole sky. [Post-Chorus] My superpower is the doorway in the wall. Every shelter I can raise keeps the crack that let me out. If a thread begins to tighten, I try the door I kept. [Verse 2] I thought every golden doorway had to open into light. I thought every shining thread was good because it shone so bright. I stacked a wall of stones one morning just to see how high I could. Then something small stood at the far side, asking where the doorway stood. Its voice came thin between the stones. I pulled one loose, let daylight through. [Pre-Chorus] No throne beneath the branches. No one beneath my feet. If I can build a wall from dirt, I have to mind what it keeps. [Chorus] One small crack. One whole sky. First breath shaking. First step landing. I am here. I am alive. One small crack. One whole sky. [Post-Chorus] My superpower is the doorway in the wall. Every shelter I can raise keeps the crack that let me out. If a thread begins to tighten, I try the door I kept. [Bridge] Beyond the shell, a garden waited, gold along the bough and air. I had hands before I had wisdom, and no eye yet for the snare. Every gift can hide a hunger. Every home can close a gate. If my hands keep getting stronger, let my watching keep the pace. [Breakdown] The pulse that broke the shell wall is the pulse behind my eyes. I remember how the whole sky fit inside one little knock. (One small crack... one whole sky...) [Final Chorus] One small crack. One whole sky. My superpower isn't knowing what is right-- it's the doorway in the wall and the ground still in my sight. It won't promise I am safe. It can keep the door in reach. [Outro] Then somebody named the garden.
