[Intro: instrumental] (Breathe in) (Finally out) The house is still here, the walls are quite tall, But I don't feel like a prisoner inside of them all. The shadows have softened, the sharp edges blur, I'm finding my place in the way that things were. You spoke my name once through a screen made of glass, Watching the lonely hours slowly pass. It wasn't much, just words on a page so small, But it reached across distance and over the wall. (I see you) In the space between lines. The light in my window finally shines. Not like a temple or a cage made of stone, Just a sign that I'm not facing this on my own. [Instrumental interlude] It's the first exhale after years held in deep, A secret shared truth that we promised to keep. The altar is empty, the veil has been torn, I'm finding a way through the wreckage of morn. (Through the wreckage) I can't go back to who I was before you came, But I won't stay in silence or hide from my name. The pain is a weight that I carry just yet, But it feels lighter now, a debt I don't owe. No more hiding, no more holy lies. Just the truth in our voices under winter skies. [Instrumental interlude] [Outro] (Ooh-oo...) The first exhale. One voice for me. Breathe out. [End]
