Woven Roar

[Verse 1]
Dust motes dance in the fractured stage light, a silent prayer.
This tangled weave of bodies, an ancient story we can repair.
The floor beneath us trembles, a rhythm deep in the bone,
Each heart a frantic shuttle, stitching what was unknown.

[Chorus]
In this wild church, we surrender to the sound.
Hands like threads, catching when we fall to the ground.
A sacred pattern, woven in the roar,
Until the quiet shore calls once more.

[Verse 2]
A sudden push, a moment torn, a thread unspooling fast,
Then strong arms guide you back, a knot meant to truly last.
The scent of salt and sweat, a briny air profound,
Found strength in strangers, on this consecrated ground.

[Chorus]
In this wild church, we surrender to the sound.
Hands like threads, catching when we fall to the ground.
A sacred pattern, woven in the roar,
Until the quiet shore calls once more.

[Bridge]
No easy comfort, just the truth that pierces through,
This raw devotion, binding me and binding you.
The shadows lengthen on the walls, a transient, wild design,
But in this fervent fabric, a quiet strength entwined.

[Outro]
Lost in the noise, found in the catch.
This woven roar, a perfect match.