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I woke up from the same dream:
falling backwards, falling backwards.
’Til it turned me inside out.

Now I live a waking life
of looking backwards, looking backwards;
A model citizen of doubt.

Until one day I had enough
of this exercise of trust.
I leaned in and let it hurt,
and let my body feel the dirt.
When I break pattern, I break ground.
I rebuild when I break down.
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.

Still I’m pinned under the weight
of what I believed would keep me safe.
So show me where my armor ends,
show me where my skin begins.
Like a final puzzle piece
it all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness that I hold in my heart’s been crushing me.

I’ve been worried all my life,
a nervous wreck most of the time.
I’ve always been afraid of heights,
of falling backwards, falling backwards.
I’ve been worried all my life.

’Til one day I had enough
of this exercise of trust.
I leaned in and let it hurt,
let my body feel the dirt.
When I break pattern, I break ground.
I rebuild when I break down.
I wake up more awake than I’ve ever been before.

Still I’m pinned under the weight
of what I believed would keep me safe.
So show me where my armor ends,
show me where my skin begins.
Like a final puzzle piece,
it all makes perfect sense to me…
The heaviness that I hold in my heart belongs to gravity.
The heaviness in my heart belongs to gravity.

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