Liminal is a song about the thresholds we walk, between wealth and want, noise and stillness, high-rise living, and hand-to-mouth days. But at its core, it's not really about class at all. It's about human texture, the raw, woven stuff that binds us when the walls fall away.

Behind the accents, the titles, the overdrafts, or inheritance, there's breath, grief, hope, rot, and repair. We all carry our childhoods in our posture. We all ache to be understood.

This isn’t a ballad of pity or pride.
It’s a quiet knowing:
our fabric is ultimately the same.
Frayed in different places.
But still, the same cloth.


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Liminal.

hollow like me

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Forgive to live 
As the form is born 
It’s up to me 
The mind that esteems 
To see 
Past all my superficial 
Specious fallacy. 
Impermanent 
Or 
To be 
That’s really 
The question 
Of the voice 
In me. 
I am not a body 
I am free. 
Salvation of the world 
Rests on me. 
Copious and free 
A harmonious calling 
Of an ancient 
Melody. 

Humble and free 
Willing to go 
Beyond words 
Which might affront 
Their stance 
To experience 
The dance. 
The romance 
Of grace 
The truth in place 

Arrogance 
And illusion 
Which quails  
Into the trigger 
Of what’s simply 
Not real. 
Humility of 
This trinity 
Connecting past 
Infinity 

Humble and free 
Willing to go 
Beyond words 
Which might affront 
Their stance 
To experience 
The dance. 
The romance 
Of grace 
The truth in place 

To the ecstatic bliss 
Of love and loving. 
The direction  
Of me 
Is the humility 
To be.

Ancient Melody

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Lyrics – Learning to Breathe Again

Intro  
soft breath, the room folds in on me  
clock ticks sideways, the light leans in  
you trace the edge where silence lives  
I breathe slow, pretending to begin

Verse 1  
you hold my jacket like a borrowed shield  
your smile folds secrets we refuse to yield  
we count the cracks and tape them with our hands  
we map the quiet places where the night expands

Pre Chorus 1  
I catalog the pauses and the small lies  
soft mercy whispers where the gentle truth dies  
forgiveness tastes like someone else’s name  
I practice saying sorry when I’m to blame

Chorus 1  
love isn’t sunlight perfectly framed and hung  
it’s bruised and patient, learning how to breathe and run  
it’s faith that holds when laughter turns to steam  
it’s staying through the ache, it’s keeping the dream

Verse 2  
you laugh and the ceiling forgets the rain  
for a minute we are whole, unmarked by pain  
the tide pulls secrets till they show our hands  
we fold the truth until it barely stands

Interlude  
thin light through curtains, half a song above  
we hum the missing lines like they might be enough  
the room inhales slowly, keeps our small deceit  
we breathe the empty spaces where our halves meet

Verse 3  
you say forever in a voice that almost breaks  
I keep a list of promises and the mistakes  
I count the tiny mercies nobody sees  
your hand on my low ribs when the storm agrees

Pre Chorus 2  
every small forgiveness feels like brave repair  
we learn the tender language of the dare  
we stitch the nightly fractures into seams  
we barter fear for faith and borrowed dreams

Chorus 2  
love is not a picture kept inside a frame  
it’s the bruise that breathes and whispers out your name  
it’s patient, faithful, gentle when it hurts  
it’s leaning toward the wound and keeping it from worse

Verse 4  
midnight confessions clog the sink with doubt  
we polish off the empty places, wipe them out  
you press your head into the hollow of my chest  
we practice being strangers learning how to rest

Bridge  
sometimes love is a punch that lands beneath the ribs  
it knocks the air and leaves a bruise that keeps  
sometimes grace arrives as small, cheap light  
a quiet hand that stays to learn the night

Instrumental Section  
hmmm, a long breath held and then released  
ahhh, wordless shapes that learn to intercede  
mmmh, a pulsing quiet grown to full air  
huhh, the chest remembers how to care

Reprise Pre Chorus  
count the pauses, how the small things lie  
count the mercy that we both deny  
count the tiny sorries folded in the night  
count the courage that keeps choosing right

Chorus Reprise  
love is not a picture, not a perfect frame  
it’s the bruise that learns to breathe and speak your name  
it’s patience, faith, forgiveness when we break  
it’s staying when the harmless pieces shake

Interlude Reprise  
we hum the missing lines until they fit  
we draw the cracked edges with a softer wit  
we fold the light around the places torn  
we hum until the shape is newly born

Outro  
soft breath, the room folds out into the night  
your shadow learns the fragile edges of light  
we hold the hush between the heart and skin  
we let the small forgiveness live within

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© 2025 Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. All rights reserved.  
Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf. Do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt without explicit permission.

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