Lyrics

There’s something holy…
about not needing to know.

I stand between knowing and maybe,
between the pulse and what can’t be named.
Safety isn’t certainty—
it’s staying soft inside the flame.
I don’t rush the in-between;
I let the stillness breathe in me.
Clarity isn’t found by mind,
but in the calm I choose to find.

Some truths are meant to stay unspoken,
some hearts must open to be broken.
So I listen — quiet, whole —
to what moves beneath control.

Between knowing and stillness, I stay,
not to fix but to feel the way.
I can love without losing me,
I can bend yet still be free.
Water and flame within my hands,
learning how to understand.

He moves with the patience of stone,
steady rhythm, grounding tone.
His calm invites my waves to rest,
to meet the storm inside my chest.
I am the tide, he is the land—
we shape each other where we stand.
Not possession, not demand—
just presence neither can command.

I don’t need the path defined,
I just trust this pulse of time.
Love’s not knowing — it’s release,
a trembling step into peace.

Between knowing and stillness, I rise,
under water, under skies.
Not to hold, not to claim,
but to breathe what has no name.
I am open yet still whole,
the quiet fire of my soul.

Inside me lives a restless sea,
shifting tides of memory.
Every wave that breaks apart
returns as wisdom to my heart.
I used to fear the undertow,
but now I let its rhythm flow.
What disappears was never gone —
it only changed its form in song.

I am the silence that can see,
fire breathing peacefully.
Nothing to prove, nothing to show —
I only bloom by letting go.

Between knowing and stillness, I breathe,
in the pulse where hearts believe.
Not a question, not a chain,
but truth beyond what words explain.
I am water, I am free —
open heart, yet true to me.

I am not afraid of love —
I’m afraid of losing sight of me.
But even in the breaking waves,
I remember who I came to be.
Stillness is not absence here,
it’s presence without fear.

Between knowing and stillness, I rise,
rooted deep, beneath the skies.
I don’t need the perfect plan,
I just return to who I am.
I am open yet still whole,
the quiet fire of my soul.

“I don’t need to be sure…
to be whole.”