Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Two skies collided and out I came,
half a thunderhead, half a living flame.
A sphere of light where the cold met the heat,
and the first thing I learned was the world keeps no beat.
So I gave it one. I lifted my hand,
and the storm fell in line at a flick of command.
[Pre-Chorus]
You think a spell is a tool, a trick, a trade —
no, darling, watch closer: it's a thing to be made.
[Chorus]
Every storm is a stroke of the brush,
every thunderclap a verse in the rush.
I don't cast — I conjure, I compose, I create,
and the whole burning sky is the canvas I paint.
Fire and water, the wild and the wise,
I'll teach you to wield them, now open your eyes.
[Verse 2]
Lesser minds plod where I leap and I soar,
I'll connect a stray spark to the heart of the storm.
Hand me a hammer, a cup, a stone —
I'll hand you back lightning you can call your own.
I hoard no gold; let the misers grow fat.
I gather the sparks. Every spark is a gift —
go on, take that.
[Pre-Chorus]
They came to my college with blood on their hands,
and I gave them a stage where a wonder could stand.
[Chorus]
Every storm is a stroke of the brush,
every thunderclap a verse in the rush.
I don't cast — I conjure, I compose, I create,
and the whole burning sky is the canvas I paint.
Fire and water, the wild and the wise,
I'll teach you to wield them, now open your eyes.
[Bridge]
I watched a whole age drown itself in war,
and I thought — no, I knew — there could be something more.
Not a wall. Not a weapon. A school, a flame,
towers of frozen lightning that would carry my name.
Technique and abandon, the polished and the raw —
both are true. Both are mine. That's the only law.
[Bridge build]
So perfect your craft, or scream it from the soul —
I don't care which, my dears, as long as you go.
[Final Chorus]
Every storm is a stroke of the brush,
every thunderclap a verse in the rush.
I don't cast — I conjure, I compose, I create,
and the whole burning sky is the canvas I paint.
Fire and water, the wild and the wise,
I taught you to wield them — now look at the skies.
The thunder is yours. The brushstroke is true.
I only conjured the lightning. The masterpiece is you.
[Outro]
Two skies collided. Out I came.
And I painted the whole world in fire and flame.
