Текст песни
Another storm is gathering out past the shore,
A familiar pressure, I've felt this all before
I don't raise my fists, I don't curse the sky,
I just watch the waves and wonder why
And the wind, it carves a little deeper in the stone,
A new design on a map of all I've known
And these aren't cracks from where I'm breaking,
They're the rivers and the peaks my soul is making
A landscape of the hurt I've weathered and survived,
The beautiful, bruised proof that I'm alive
I tried to fight the current, tried to stand up tall,
But some forces don't listen when a fragile thing must fall
So I learned to bend within the gale, to let the pain refine,
To trace the silver in the scars and call the fractures mine
And when I saw you standing in your own defeated pose,
I didn't see a hero who had never felt the blows
I saw the quiet in your eyes, the stories you can't tell,
I knew the sound of your heart's echo, I knew its broken spell
You tried to hide the places where the light had torn you through,
But I was counting constellations in the you that you thought was bruised
'Cause these aren't cracks from where you're breaking,
They're the rivers and the peaks your soul is making
A landscape of the hurt you've weathered and survived,
The beautiful, bruised proof that you're alive
And I don't love the man you were before the rain,
I love the quiet strength that grew out of the pain
I love the map upon your skin, the story it imparts
I love the healed-over fractures of your two-tone heart
