Above the Waking White

[Verse] Before the sun could find the ridge, I walked through silver fields of mist, Each breath a small and hollow bridge, Each distant peak a clenched-up fist. The path was lost, the valley wide, A quiet world with nowhere hid, Then somewhere under morning tide, A golden seam broke through the grid. [Pre-Chorus] I climbed while darkness lost its name, I climbed until the silence burned, The fog became a closing flame, And every falling shadow turned. [Chorus] Above the waking white, I found the morning open wide, Above the waking white, The clouds broke open on the other side, Above the waking white, I left my old regrets behind, Above the waking white, I crossed the dark and reached the light. [Verse] The wind cut hard against my face, It sang of roads I nearly chose, I saw the hidden mountain grace, Beneath the empty undertow. A hawk arose through blue and gold, Its wings were sharp, its cry was bright, The world below began unfold, A field of fire against the night. [Pre-Chorus] I climbed while darkness lost its name, I climbed until the silence burned, The fog became a closing flame, And every falling shadow turned. [Chorus] Above the waking white, I found the morning open wide, Above the waking white, The clouds broke open on the other side, Above the waking white, I left my old regrets behind, Above the waking white, I crossed the dark and reached the light. [Bridge] Break down the wall of gray, Let every hidden color rise, The summit does not ask to stay, It only asks us to arise. No map could draw this height, No prayer could hold this view, The mist was only waiting for the truth, The sun was waiting too. [Instrumental Solo] [Verse] At last the final curtain fell, The valley shone beneath my feet, I heard the world within its shell, A thousand heartbeats, wild and sweet. I stood where earth became the sky, A small bright spark against the blue, Then carried that flame in my eyes, Down from the peak and through the dew. [Chorus] Above the waking white, I found the morning open wide, Above the waking white, The clouds broke open on the other side, Above the waking white, I left my old regrets behind, Above the waking white, I crossed the dark and reached the light. [Outro] The fog was never my defeat, It was the road I could not see, Now every quiet step I keep, Returns me to the clarity. Above the waking white, I breathe beneath the morning light.