[Verse 1] I used to need the proof before I’d trust the feeling I used to need the answer before I’d ask the question I drew my lines in ink and called them permanent And anything that didn’t fit, I’d let it go
But somewhere in the middle of this searching I started holding questions like they weren’t a threat I started seeing strings where I once saw coincidence And wondering if nothing ever quite forgets
[Pre-Chorus] I can’t explain the timing I can’t explain the pull I can’t explain why some things stay When others fall
[Chorus] But I have my theories Worked out in the margins Of every ordinary day I have my theories Not proof, just patterns That keep me wondering anyway Maybe the strings were always there before I saw them Maybe I was always meant to find this thread I have my theories That’s all I’ve got But somehow theories Turn out to be enough
[Verse 2] I’ve mapped the fault lines, I’ve traced the ordinary I’ve timed the seconds, counted up the cost I’ve watched the strangers who felt too familiar I’ve followed every thread until I found what mattered most
And all the strings I followed through this searching Led me somewhere I can finally recognize Not the answer I was building toward the whole time Just the version of myself with softer eyes
[Pre-Chorus 2] I can’t explain the why of it I can’t explain the how I just know I trust the thread That carried me till now
[Chorus 2 - same] But I have my theories Worked out in the margins Of every ordinary day I have my theories Not proof, just patterns That keep me wondering anyway Maybe the strings were always there before I saw them Maybe I was always meant to find this thread I have my theories That’s all I’ve got But somehow theories Turn out to be enough
[Bridge - bare, voice and one guitar] Strings without the theory are just feeling Theories without the string are just a guess But when you’ve followed both as far as they can take you You end up somewhere close to… all the rest
You end up where the questions stop demanding You end up where the answer isn’t the point You end up with the thread still in your fingers And a theory that the thread was never just a string
[Final Chorus - key lift] And I have my theories Worn into the edges Of everything I’ve carried, everything I’ve known I have my theories Not proof, just patterns That helped me find my way back home Maybe the strings were never meant to answer Maybe the theories never needed proof Maybe the whole point of all the asking Was learning how to live inside the truth
I have my theories That’s all I’ve got But somehow theories Are enough
[Outro - quiet, mirrors the “Strings” intro pattern] The thread was always there… I just had to follow it… …all the way to here.