[Silence]
[Refrain]
This is…
(History in the making)
It is…
(Too late for faking)
[Verse 1]
The next breath
(Becomes a trace)
The next step
(Fixes its place)
The next word
(That leaves your tongue)
Already echoes
(When it’s done)
We’re writing lines
(Without a pen)
That we’ll look back on
(Once again)
And wonder how
(It came to be)
This moment now
(Becoming memory)
[Refrain]
This is…
(History in the making)
It is…
(Too late for faking)
This is…
(Not just a phase)
It is…
(The shape of our days)
[Verse 2]
The quiet shift
(The turning tide)
The things we know
(We cannot hide)
The choices made
(Without return)
The lessons lost
(Before we learn)
Each small event
(A turning page)
A silent script
(On a larger stage)
We act it out
(Then understand)
We were part of
(Something unplanned)
[Chorus]
This is the moment
(That defines the arc)
A spark in motion
(Against the dark)
No rehearsal
(No second try)
Just now unfolding
(Before goodbye)
[Bridge]
And futures form
(In what we do)
Not far away
(But breaking through)
The present tense
(Already gone)
Becomes the story
(We move upon)
[Final Refrain]
This is…
(History in the making)
It is…
(Too late for faking)
This is…
(Already written)
It is…
(Already given)
[Outro]
So hold it close
(And let it go)
That’s how it lives
(And how we know)
This is…
(History in the making)
From the album “This Is….“