Verse 1

We've been standing in the corridor

Between two rooms we barely recognize

One door behind us, warped and familiar

One ahead, still blurred against the light of our own eyes

We wear the names that no longer fit quite right

Like a coat cut for a smaller grief

The old self watches from across the distance

Whispering things we've almost stopped believing

Chorus

We are the gap, we are the in-between

Not what we were, not yet what we will mean

The floor beneath us shifts but does not break

We are the question and the choice we have to make

Stretched between the then and the not-yet

Carrying both, and neither, with no net

Verse 2

We've misplaced the scripts we used to follow

The answers that once fit so clean and well

Now we speak in half-formed new convictions

And stumble through the stories we can't tell

Something is assembling in the waiting

Something slow, unnamed, without a face

We recognize it when we stop performing

In the unguarded, unannounced small space

Bridge

Let the gap be wide

Let it ask what we cannot answer

Let the old self rest

Let the new one come without a name

We don't need the map

We just need to keep on moving

Through the strange and necessary

Terrain of becoming

Outro

We are still here

Still crossing

Still becoming

Still crossing

Instrumental Outro

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