The Third Stair

Same stairs, same dark Two kids learning how to hold a spark Cardboard boxes every other fall New school, new street, same crack in the wall You'd slide your headphones over my ears One side each, so neither of us could hear They never knew we kept a code Two knocks meant I'm not alone We were built from the same storm You and me, sister, that's the form Thunder taught us how to stay Holding hands on the third stair Whatever broke down there We were never gonna break that way You took the blame for the window I cracked I learned to cook so you wouldn't go to class On an empty stomach — we split the toast The smoke alarm sang and we laughed the most Nobody handed us a map We drew one on each other's backs We were built from the same storm You and me, brother, that's the form Thunder taught us how to stay Holding hands on the third stair Whatever broke down there We were never gonna break that way Now your kids fall asleep to quiet homes And mine think stairs are just for climbing on We did that — we broke the weather line We were built from the same storm Look at us now, still warm Thunder taught us how to stay Holding hands on the third stair Whatever broke down there We were never gonna break that way Same blood, same spark Two kids who made a light out of the dark