Verse 1

We left our old names on the table

Like clothes that no longer fit the shape we've grown

The rooms we lived in feel like fables

And the roads we walked feel borrowed, not our own

Something is ending without ceremony

Something is starting without a proper name

We stand between two different stories

Not sure which version of ourselves to claim

Chorus

We are the gap between the leaving and the land

The breath before the sentence, the reach before the hand

We are becoming something we cannot yet read

Half the person planted, half the one that's freed

The gap between who we were and who we're becoming

Is the only honest place we've ever been

Bridge

It is not loss exactly

It is not arrival either

It is the long walk between two selves

With no map and no believer

But we keep going anyway

Because the gap is also ground

We are not broken in the in-between

We are simply being found

Verse 2

We grieve the old familiar mirrors

The reflex answers, the rehearsed reply

But something in us keeps moving nearer

To a truer shape we haven't lived inside

Chorus

We are the gap between the leaving and the land

The breath before the sentence, the reach before the hand

We are becoming something we cannot yet read

Half the person planted, half the one that's freed

The gap between who we were and who we're becoming

Is the only honest place we've ever been

Outro

We are the gap

We are the distance crossed

We are the becoming

Not the found, not the lost

Instrumental Outro

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