I can feel it in the floorboards
Something shifting underground
All the things I thought were solid
Making such a different sound
There's no stopping what's already started
There's no closing what's been opened wide
These are tremors, not the breaking
This is how the new comes through
Everything I was is shaking
Making room for something true
Used to fear the ground would swallow
Every question that I held
Now I'm learning how to follow
What the cracks have always spelled
These are tremors, not the breaking
This is how the new comes through
Everything I was is shaking
Making room for something true
Let it move
Let it move through me
Let it prove
What I'm meant to be
These are tremors, not the breaking
This is how the new comes through
Everything I was is shaking
Making room for something true
Something's coming
Something's coming...