After the Quiet Glow

I used to chase the bright things through the smoke;

Counting all the lights that nearly broke;

Soft piano light fell across the floor;

Like a promise I had not heard before;

Now the distance feels a little less cool;

Every scar

I wore became a jewel in the air;

Now my heart begins to clear;

When I hear your voice drawing near;

We are the echoes turning into sound;

We are the lost things finally found;

Even when the sky is slow;

It's sure we will bloom in the after the quiet glow;

Hold on, hold on through the fading rain;

Hope looks different, but it stays the same;

Finger-picked frames of all we left behind;

Maps of every hope we couldn't find;

Building drums like footsteps in the night;

Pushing our small embers toward the light;

I have learned the age;

I can make us wise;

How the darkest roads can soften a disguise;

And the pieces that

I thought would never mend;

Found a way to open up again;

Turning in for sound;

We are the lost things finally found;

Even when the sky is so to show;

We were blooming after the quiet glow;

Hold on, hold on to the fading man;

Hope looks different;

But it stays the same;

Let the strings rise like a tide of gold;

Let the old regret finally lose its fold;

If we tremble, we still move ahead;

With every word we almost said;

And if the night returns, we know our name;

Still grateful for the hurt;

Still grateful for the blood;

We are the echoes turning into sound;

We are the lost things finally found;

Even when the sky is slow to show;

We were blooming the after the quiet glow;

Hold on, hold on through the fading rain;

Hope you look stiffened;

But it stays the same;

So here we are alive and open wide;

Wounds and bags are carrying the tide;

Into tomorrow, gentle and slow;

We are the after the quiet blue;