Lyrics
Cold air
Breath hangs in the dark
Boot prints
Thread through frozen bark
I tilt my head back
Neck to the sky
A thousand quiet marks
Carved above my life
Celestial runes
Writing over my head
Every spark in that blue-black room
Spells a word I haven't read yet
Celestial runes
Hold me in their quiet light
Ancient stories in a scatter of fire
Teaching me to walk through night
That one
Crooked over the pine
Looks like
Grandmother's old sign
The way she traced hope
On the back of my hand
Now it glows in the distance
Over this sleeping land
I stand still
Let the wind translate
Tell me what I couldn't say
Every doubt like smoke that lifts
As the sky rearranges all my names
If I close my eyes
I can almost read
Lines of courage threaded through the deep
Every flicker
Every tiny shift
Feels like someone underlining me