[Verse 1]
I remember the ceiling, that clinical white
The flickering hum of a fluorescent light
My breath was a secret I couldn’t quite keep
It was the end of March, and the winter was deep
I was letting go of the world, like lace and old dreams
As the frozen days drifted in silver-grey streams
I was light as the dust, I was thin as the haze
When I felt the rhythm of your steady gaze
[Verse 2]
Then came the silence where my strength used to be
My legs were like anchors, drifting at sea
The static was heavy, the feeling was gone
A map with no roads to the breaking of dawn
I was a ghost in a gown, forgotten and still
Waiting for ghost-limbs to follow my will
But you stood in the doorway, a shadow in blue
And promised the earth would feel solid and new
[Chorus]
So I’m lifting this glass to the scrubs and the stains
To the coffee-stained nights and the blood in the veins
To the hands in the rain, to the hearts on the line
To the strength that was born in a white hallway shrine
No cinematic entrance, no gold-braided shields
Just you and the ghost of the fear that I feel
No stars on your shoulders, no fame for the light
Just the quietest way that you pulled me from night
[Bridge]
And they won’t write your name in the morning news
They won’t see the salt on your tired-out shoes
Or how you held my weight when I couldn’t stand tall
Teaching me gravity, catching my fall
One trembling step on the cold, linoleum floor
Like a child finding keys to a long-locked door
You’re not a god, you’re just a heart in a vest
Helping me pass this terrifying test