I came from quiet ground
Dust on my hands, sky in my mouth
No one remembers the sound
Of the wind that taught me how to breathe
But it's still here in the way I move
Wind here, but away I move when I'm not thinking
And maybe I don't know where I'm going
But I feel where I've been growing under my skin
These are my roots
Not a place but a pulse
A whisper I follow
When the world turns cold
When the world turns cold
They pull me in
Every time I forget who I've been
Footsteps in the dark
Never even made but still belong to
A name passed down in the bonfire, in the bones
It burns but it holds you
And maybe holds you
But I know how it feels
To stand still
And let the silence heal
These are my roots
Not a place but a pulse
A whisper I follow
When the world turns cold
Who I've been
They pull me in
Every time I forget
Who I've been
But I don't need to know the way
I just need to stay close to what stays
Close to what stays
When everything fades