

When the room forgets the wall
And the numbers start to fall
When the light becomes a stain
And the mirror learns your name
I will meet you where it bends
Where the signal never ends
Where the static holds the frame
And the shadow does the same
All the things we could not save
Leave a pattern in the wave All the doors we never found
Keep on opening underground
I am not the dark
I am not the flame
I am what is left When they erase the name
I am not the past
I am not the chain
I am still the shape
The shape that remains
There are maps beneath the dust
There are rooms inside of us
There are ghosts inside the wire
Teaching silence how to fire
Every loss becomes a line
Every line becomes a sign
Every sign returns again
As a beginning, not an end
All the things we could not save
Leave a pattern in the wave
All the doors we never found Keep on opening underground
I am not the dark
I am not the flame I am what is left When they
erase the name
I am not the past
I am not the chain
I am still the shape
The shape that remains
Take the voice
Take the light
Take the room
Take the night
Break the glass
Burn the frame
Something still
Will keep its name
I am not the dark I am not the flame
I am what is left When they erase the name
I am not the past
I am not the chain
I am still the shape The shape that remains
I am not alone
I am not afraid
I am all the light
The dark could never take
When the room forgets the wall And the numbers start to fall
I will still be in the frame The shape that remains