story: Before the Line
Verse 1
There was a feeling in my chest
Long before I called it stress
Long before I drew the line
Said “this must mean something’s mine”
Just a tightening in the dark
Just a quiet little spark
No one there to say it wrong
Just a place I didn’t belong
Pre-Chorus
Then the words came in
Tried to explain…
Turned a moment
Into a name…
Chorus
Before it had a name
It was just a flame
Just a feeling passing through
Before I called it “me”
Before identity
It was nothing I could hold as true
Verse 2
Now it shows up every day
In a hundred different ways
Different stories, same old tone
Like it’s something that I own
“I should be a little more”
“I’ve been falling short before”
But every line I try to see
Leads it right back into me
Pre-Chorus
But what if I’m wrong…
What if it’s not…
What if the story
Is all I’ve got…
Chorus (lift)
Before it had a name
It was just a flame
Just a ripple in the sea
Before I called it “mine”
Before I drew the line
It was never really me
Bridge (soft, spacious)
So I let it be
Didn’t turn away
Didn’t try to fix
What it tried to say
And it stayed… then moved…
Like it always does…
Final Chorus (free)
Now I see the game
How I gave it a name
How I turned it into me
But it’s just a wave
I don’t have to save
I can let it simply be
Outro
Before the name…
Before the claim…
Just a feeling…
Passing through…
