Becoming Weather (Variation)

The wind decides what stays And what gets carried off I stopped holding on Started leaning in Not against, not through Just... becoming There's a place past fear where the self gets thin Where you stop being the one who watches And become what you're watching Weather wearing your bones Lightning illuminates The shape I used to think I was Now I'm just the space Between the thunder and the ground There's a place past fear where the self gets thin Where you stop being the one who watches And become what you're watching Weather wearing your bones Something had to break For something else to breathe The storm didn't ask permission And neither did I Becoming... becoming... (Dissolves into the sound)