Beginning in the low place
The song opens where honesty usually starts — inside the ache. It names the current state plainly: sorrow being processed, hands still clinging to what is real, and the humbling admission that we’ve only scratched the surface of what we’re looking at.
Then comes the turn. A single glimpse is enough to pull the heart toward change — a quiet desire for more than the partial view we’ve been living with. The ache itself becomes the doorway.