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Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
The apple on the sill
keeps its opinion of gravity.
It does not argue.
It simply wrinkles
into a small red map
of every hand that meant well.

I learned this from a door:
being opened
is a kind of disappearing.
You leave your shape
in the frame
and call it welcome.

[Pre-Chorus]
Even the dust
is keeping receipts.
Even the spoon
has met the soup
and come back changed.

[Chorus]
Hold the day in your hands
(hold it)
Let it break, let it ring
(let it ring)
We are not ruined by endings
We are made by the things

[Verse 2]
The river never says forever,
yet it arrives.
Bare ankles.
Broken reeds.
A green bottle rolling
like a tiny dare.

Some mornings my name
fits badly,
like a coat borrowed
from a taller ghost.
Still, I wear it
to the market,
to the rain,
to the mother of crows.

[Pre-Chorus]
Nothing stays still
long enough to disappoint you.
Nothing stays still
long enough to stay lost.

[Chorus]
Hold the day in your hands
(hold it)
Let it break, let it ring
(let it ring)
We are not ruined by endings
We are made by the things

[Bridge]
If the heart is a house,
then the cracks are windows.
If the wound is a door,
then the light has been patient.

I have seen a crushed peach
feed the bees.
I have seen a bad year
teach the wheat
to bow lower
and stand up kinder.

[Final Chorus]
Hold the day in your hands
(hold it)
Let it break, let it ring
(let it ring)
We are not ruined by endings
We are made by the things
We are made by the things

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Made by the Things

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