
Lyrics
Intro
Caught in the cold of the morning
Hands like maps with the lines of old promises
We count the cost in quiet things — in holes on coats, in names on stones
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Verse
They told us patience was a virtue, but patience was a chain
We learned to fold our anger into small goodbyes and paperwork
The kitchen clock kept time for other people's orders
While the radio played a song about someone else's summer
I keep a photograph folded behind my teeth (behind my teeth)
So the memory doesn't fall out when I smile
Pre-chorus
There are miles between what we know and what they say
There are nights we burn our fears like paper, watch them turn to ash (watch them burn)
But standing in the ruin of what was sold as safety
I feel the slow return — the slow return
Chorus
We fight for the sky we were promised — we fight, we fall, we rise
We fight for the names that go unsung — we fight, we fall, we rise
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We lift our small loud voices — yeah (yeah), we lift them to the light
We fight for the right to breathe — we fight, we fall, we rise
Verse
My sister keeps a scar she won't show the kids
Says it's a map of a morning she won't ever trace again
My father hums at night like he's counting the losses
Like a man counting coins to buy back a childhood
We trade our best smiles for a moment of safety
We trade our mouths for quiet so the doors don't slam
But under every closed room there's a plan for leaving
Under every closed room there's a plan for leaving
Pre-chorus
There are words we choke on because they're heavier than water
There are hands that learn to stitch hope into sleeves (into sleeves)
When everything you own is a reason to be watched
You learn to love the sound of your own feet leaving
Chorus
We fight for the sky we were promised — we fight, we fall, we rise
We fight for the names that go unsung — we fight, we fall, we rise
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We lift our small loud voices — yeah (yeah), we lift them to the light
We fight for the right to breathe — we fight, we fall, we rise
Bridge
Hold my name like a letter folded inside a coat
When the wind takes everything, keep this small hope
If they break the windows, we will still sing through the hole
If they take the day, we'll claim the morning back again (back again)
Ta-ta-touch the place where grief becomes resolve
Ta-ta-touch — ta-ta-touch
Chorus
We fight for the sky we were promised — we fight, we fall, we rise
We fight for the names that go unsung — we fight, we fall, we rise
Oh-oh, oh-oh
We lift our small loud voices — yeah (yeah), we lift them to the light
We fight for the right to breathe — we fight, we fall, we rise








