Verse 1

We notice it before we have the words —

the angle of the afternoon has changed,

the familiar street smells different now,

something rearranged beneath the same old sky.

The coat we wore last month hangs wrong on us,

our bodies know before our minds agree.

We are the in-between, the almost-was,

standing at the edge of what we used to be.

Chorus

Everything turns without asking us,

the earth just tilts and we tilt with it.

We didn't vote for this slow loosening,

this shedding of a skin we'd grown into.

But here we are — uncertain, open-handed,

watching what we knew turn into something new.

Bridge

There is grief in what we don't announce,

the small goodbyes nobody thinks to mourn —

a quality of morning, a particular light,

the version of ourselves that won't return.

And underneath the grief, a current moves,

not hope exactly — more like willingness.

The world is practicing its old routine

of letting go and not explaining it.

Chorus

Everything turns without asking us,

the earth just tilts and we tilt with it.

We didn't vote for this slow loosening,

this shedding of a skin we'd grown into.

But here we are — uncertain, open-handed,

watching what we knew turn into something new.

Outro

We are the pause between one breath and the next,

the moment in the doorway, neither here nor there.

The season doesn't wait — it never did.

We follow, as we always have, into the unfamiliar air.

Instrumental Outro

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