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1These Hands Were Made for CastingYouTube
Everybody at the training ground picks up a sword on the first day
Everybody wraps their hands and swings and learns the weight
I wrapped my hands and swung — I swung for hours
I wanted it to work — I swung until my hands ached
(Wait — just wait — just wait)
The instructor looked at me like I was soft
The warrior beside me laughed and called it fear
But it wasn't fear — it was something more like knowing
These hands weren't made for this — not here
I tried a lighter blade — same answer — too loud and too blunt
Like asking a needle to drive a nail through stone
And everybody watched me put it down again
And everybody seemed to think I'd always be alone
But I walked to the edge of the practice yard
Where a woman sat with nothing in her hands
She raised one finger and a flame appeared
And she said "the deepest work doesn't need a blade to stand"
(Doesn't need a blade — just open hands)
These hands are made for casting
(Light between my fingers — light)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work, fine work, fine)
Not every kind of power needs a handle or a hilt
Some of the deepest work is done with open palms
These hands were made for something that requires care
These hands were made for something that requires calm
(Requires care — requires calm)
I thought for years that I was just too fragile
I thought my hands were telling me I'd lost before I'd tried
But they weren't saying no to power
(No — not that — not that)
They were saying no to power that would hollow out the inside
Because these hands have things to make that no one's made before
These hands have work ahead that's going to take everything they've got
And if I spend them on the iron and the weight and the sword
I'll have given them to something that I'm not
These hands are made for casting
(Light between my fingers — light)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work, fine work, fine)
I watched the warrior strap his armor on and felt nothing
I watched the sword flash in the sun and heard no call
But when she placed one spark of fire in my open palm
I felt something finally answer — after all
These hands are made for casting
(Light, light — light between my fingers)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work — all mine — all mine)
Not for grip — for gesture
Not for weight — for will
These hands were made for work that costs the most to do
The work that only open hands can fill
(Light between my fingers — light)
(These hands — these hands — these hands)
Everybody wraps their hands and swings and learns the weight
I wrapped my hands and swung — I swung for hours
I wanted it to work — I swung until my hands ached
(Wait — just wait — just wait)
The instructor looked at me like I was soft
The warrior beside me laughed and called it fear
But it wasn't fear — it was something more like knowing
These hands weren't made for this — not here
I tried a lighter blade — same answer — too loud and too blunt
Like asking a needle to drive a nail through stone
And everybody watched me put it down again
And everybody seemed to think I'd always be alone
But I walked to the edge of the practice yard
Where a woman sat with nothing in her hands
She raised one finger and a flame appeared
And she said "the deepest work doesn't need a blade to stand"
(Doesn't need a blade — just open hands)
These hands are made for casting
(Light between my fingers — light)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work, fine work, fine)
Not every kind of power needs a handle or a hilt
Some of the deepest work is done with open palms
These hands were made for something that requires care
These hands were made for something that requires calm
(Requires care — requires calm)
I thought for years that I was just too fragile
I thought my hands were telling me I'd lost before I'd tried
But they weren't saying no to power
(No — not that — not that)
They were saying no to power that would hollow out the inside
Because these hands have things to make that no one's made before
These hands have work ahead that's going to take everything they've got
And if I spend them on the iron and the weight and the sword
I'll have given them to something that I'm not
These hands are made for casting
(Light between my fingers — light)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work, fine work, fine)
I watched the warrior strap his armor on and felt nothing
I watched the sword flash in the sun and heard no call
But when she placed one spark of fire in my open palm
I felt something finally answer — after all
These hands are made for casting
(Light, light — light between my fingers)
These hands are made for casting
(Fine work — all mine — all mine)
Not for grip — for gesture
Not for weight — for will
These hands were made for work that costs the most to do
The work that only open hands can fill
(Light between my fingers — light)
(These hands — these hands — these hands)
2What Kind of MagicYouTube
The woman at the crossroads of the tower said
"You've found the door — now choose what's on the other side"
She opened up her hands and showed me three small lights
And each one felt like something different burning in my eyes
The first one warm
(Oh — warm, so warm)
The first one reaching upward like it wanted to be more
The second still and cold and perfect like a held breath
And the third one — the third one I couldn't name — kept changing what it was
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
Fire burns everything it touches into something new
Ice holds the whole world still so you can understand
And chaos — well
(What is it — what is it)
Chaos doesn't ask what kind — it just expands
(What kind — what kind — what kind)
She let the fire float up close and I felt it on my face
Warm the way a hearthfire's warm — the way a living thing is warm
She said "fire mages love what burns — they don't look back at the ash
They're already looking at the next horizon, the next storm"
(The next storm — the next storm)
(Oh — burn, burn)
She brought the ice and the room went clean
(Oh — still, so still)
The way a morning after snowfall makes the whole world hold its breath
She said "ice mages see things clearly — colder, slower, more precise
They'll freeze the moment right before the kill — and measure every breath"
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
Fire is the wanting and the burning and the chase
Ice is the perfection and the stillness and the plan
And chaos —
(There it is — there it goes)
Chaos is the question mark that neither understands
(What kind — what kind — what kind)
She reached for the third light and it slipped away from her
(There it goes)
Came back as something different — came back wearing a new face
She laughed and said "chaos mages don't so much control the magic
As convince it — briefly — to cooperate — and then give it some space"
(Give it space — give it space)
(Who knows — who knows)
I looked at all three floating there
The warm, the cold, the one that kept becoming something else
And I felt all three of them inside me — pulling differently
Three kinds of true — three different versions of myself
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
I reached toward the fire and I felt it lean toward me
I touched the edge of ice and felt the clarity
And the chaos
(There it is — there it goes)
Brushed my hand and turned my fingers into birds briefly
(What kind — what kind)
(Oh — what kind — what kind)
I'm going to have to choose
(Choose — choose — what kind)
I'm going to have to find which one is mine to keep
But tonight I'm standing in this tower with all three lights around me
And the magic feels like waking up from a very long sleep
What kind of magic?
(Warm, warm — oh burn)
What kind of magic?
(Still, still — oh cold)
What kind of magic?
(There it goes — who knows)
I don't know yet — I don't know yet
But for the first time in my life
I feel like something in me is about to be told
(What kind — what kind)
(Warm — still — who knows)
(What kind of magic)
(What kind)
"You've found the door — now choose what's on the other side"
She opened up her hands and showed me three small lights
And each one felt like something different burning in my eyes
The first one warm
(Oh — warm, so warm)
The first one reaching upward like it wanted to be more
The second still and cold and perfect like a held breath
And the third one — the third one I couldn't name — kept changing what it was
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
Fire burns everything it touches into something new
Ice holds the whole world still so you can understand
And chaos — well
(What is it — what is it)
Chaos doesn't ask what kind — it just expands
(What kind — what kind — what kind)
She let the fire float up close and I felt it on my face
Warm the way a hearthfire's warm — the way a living thing is warm
She said "fire mages love what burns — they don't look back at the ash
They're already looking at the next horizon, the next storm"
(The next storm — the next storm)
(Oh — burn, burn)
She brought the ice and the room went clean
(Oh — still, so still)
The way a morning after snowfall makes the whole world hold its breath
She said "ice mages see things clearly — colder, slower, more precise
They'll freeze the moment right before the kill — and measure every breath"
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
Fire is the wanting and the burning and the chase
Ice is the perfection and the stillness and the plan
And chaos —
(There it is — there it goes)
Chaos is the question mark that neither understands
(What kind — what kind — what kind)
She reached for the third light and it slipped away from her
(There it goes)
Came back as something different — came back wearing a new face
She laughed and said "chaos mages don't so much control the magic
As convince it — briefly — to cooperate — and then give it some space"
(Give it space — give it space)
(Who knows — who knows)
I looked at all three floating there
The warm, the cold, the one that kept becoming something else
And I felt all three of them inside me — pulling differently
Three kinds of true — three different versions of myself
What kind of magic?
(What kind, what kind)
What kind of magic lives inside your hands?
(What kind, what kind)
I reached toward the fire and I felt it lean toward me
I touched the edge of ice and felt the clarity
And the chaos
(There it is — there it goes)
Brushed my hand and turned my fingers into birds briefly
(What kind — what kind)
(Oh — what kind — what kind)
I'm going to have to choose
(Choose — choose — what kind)
I'm going to have to find which one is mine to keep
But tonight I'm standing in this tower with all three lights around me
And the magic feels like waking up from a very long sleep
What kind of magic?
(Warm, warm — oh burn)
What kind of magic?
(Still, still — oh cold)
What kind of magic?
(There it goes — who knows)
I don't know yet — I don't know yet
But for the first time in my life
I feel like something in me is about to be told
(What kind — what kind)
(Warm — still — who knows)
(What kind of magic)
(What kind)
3Fire and IceYouTube
The fire mage down the hall throws open every window
She says the heat helps her think — she says the cold gets in the way
She conjures little flames to light her candles in the morning
And her room smells like a hearthfire at the end of every day
(Warm — warm — all the way down)
I watched her in the courtyard call a fireball from nothing
Watched it leave her hands like something finally freed
Watched the whole horizon briefly turn the color of a sunset
And I thought — that could be me — is that what I need?
(Could be — could be — could be me)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
The world could end in either one and both of them would do
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
One burns everything it touches into something new
The other holds the moment perfect, cold and still and true
Fire and ice
And I have to choose
(Fire — ice — fire — ice)
The frost mage in the tower keeps her shutters closed all morning
She says the light distracts her — says she needs the quiet and the cold
She traces patterns in the ice she conjures on her window
And her room looks like a world that's been preserved — controlled
(Still — still — perfectly still)
I watched her call a blizzard down on everything that moved
Watched the courtyard freeze mid-motion, watched the air go white
Watched her step into the center of it, calm as anything
And seal herself in ice and wait the whole thing out — just right
(Sealed — still — let the storm go by)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Some say the world ends burning — some say it ends in frost
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Fire doesn't look back at what it's cost
Ice doesn't break for anything it hasn't fully crossed
Fire and ice
And I have to choose
(Fire — ice — fire — ice)
The fire mage burns brighter than anything I've witnessed
The frost mage sees more clearly than I thought that I could bear
And I stood between their doorways in the corridor one evening
Feeling warm on my left side and cold against the evening air
(Warm on one side — cold on the other)
(Warm — cold — warm — cold)
And I loved them both
(Both — I loved them both)
I loved the fireball and the blizzard and the frozen ground
I loved the heat that makes you reckless and the cold that makes you certain
But something else was tugging at me — something I kept hearing in the sound
(Something else — something else)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Some say the world ends burning — some say it ends in frost
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
I know enough of fire to say it calls to me
I know enough of ice to say it's everything I'd want to be
Fire and ice —
Both would suffice
(Fire — ice)
But neither one is what my hands are reaching for tonight
(Something else — something else)
(Not fire — not ice)
(Something else)
She says the heat helps her think — she says the cold gets in the way
She conjures little flames to light her candles in the morning
And her room smells like a hearthfire at the end of every day
(Warm — warm — all the way down)
I watched her in the courtyard call a fireball from nothing
Watched it leave her hands like something finally freed
Watched the whole horizon briefly turn the color of a sunset
And I thought — that could be me — is that what I need?
(Could be — could be — could be me)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
The world could end in either one and both of them would do
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
One burns everything it touches into something new
The other holds the moment perfect, cold and still and true
Fire and ice
And I have to choose
(Fire — ice — fire — ice)
The frost mage in the tower keeps her shutters closed all morning
She says the light distracts her — says she needs the quiet and the cold
She traces patterns in the ice she conjures on her window
And her room looks like a world that's been preserved — controlled
(Still — still — perfectly still)
I watched her call a blizzard down on everything that moved
Watched the courtyard freeze mid-motion, watched the air go white
Watched her step into the center of it, calm as anything
And seal herself in ice and wait the whole thing out — just right
(Sealed — still — let the storm go by)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Some say the world ends burning — some say it ends in frost
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Fire doesn't look back at what it's cost
Ice doesn't break for anything it hasn't fully crossed
Fire and ice
And I have to choose
(Fire — ice — fire — ice)
The fire mage burns brighter than anything I've witnessed
The frost mage sees more clearly than I thought that I could bear
And I stood between their doorways in the corridor one evening
Feeling warm on my left side and cold against the evening air
(Warm on one side — cold on the other)
(Warm — cold — warm — cold)
And I loved them both
(Both — I loved them both)
I loved the fireball and the blizzard and the frozen ground
I loved the heat that makes you reckless and the cold that makes you certain
But something else was tugging at me — something I kept hearing in the sound
(Something else — something else)
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
Some say the world ends burning — some say it ends in frost
Fire and ice
(Oh — fire — oh — ice)
I know enough of fire to say it calls to me
I know enough of ice to say it's everything I'd want to be
Fire and ice —
Both would suffice
(Fire — ice)
But neither one is what my hands are reaching for tonight
(Something else — something else)
(Not fire — not ice)
(Something else)
4Embrace the ChaosYouTube
I met a troll on the bridge at the edge of the valley
He was eight feet tall and he wanted my head
I opened my hands and I looked at him sideways
And he turned into a frog in the road instead
He looked at his flippers, he looked at the river
He looked very small and he looked very green
And I blinked to the far side before he remembered
That he'd wanted to fight — if you know what I mean
(Oo-sha ba-da, hexy vexy voom,)
(Zigga zamma zoom-bam, boom-ba bloom)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Blink — and gone — blink — and gone)
Some fights you win by standing your ground and swinging
Some fights you win by being somewhere else instead
Turn them into something small and step into the nothing
And reappear a hundred yards ahead
Six goblins found me camped at the edge of the forest
Thought they had me cornered — six to one
I let the chaos crackle up from both my open palms
And it jumped between them all before they'd even drawn or run
The bolt hit the first and arced sideways to the second
Hit the third before the fourth one even swore
I didn't aim it — didn't have to — chaos finds its targets
And the chaos always seems to find a few more
(Oobity obbity, snicker-snack spell,)
(Ringa-ranga riot and a jingle-jangle yell)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Crack — and jump — crack — and jump)
The warrior plants his feet and makes a plan and executes it
The rogue picks the moment and the angle and the mark
But the chaos doesn't ask you what you're aiming at before it
It just asks — are you ready — and it goes off in the dark
Then twelve more came out of the trees at once
And I won't pretend I had a plan for that
I felt the fight go sideways and I felt the fear come up
And I made a choice — I let it — just like that
(Presto pop kazam — sham-a-lam scram!)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Crack — ba-a-a — blink — gone)
Not the easy chaos of a fight that's going well
But the real kind — the kind that grabs the wheel
I turned the front six into sheep and crackled through the back six
And blinked before the wool hit the ground and before they knew the deal
(Oo-sha ba-da, hexy vexy voom,)
(Zigga zamma zoom-bam, boom-ba bloom)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — who knows)
Embrace the chaos
(Blink — and gone — crack — and jump)
(Oobity obbity, snicker-snack spell,)
(Ringa-ranga riot and a jingle-jangle yell)
I didn't choose this magic because I had it figured out
I chose it because figured out was never really me
Some people fight to win — I fight to find out what comes next
And embrace whatever that turns out to be
(Presto pop kazam — sham-a-lam scram!)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
And whistle all the way home
He was eight feet tall and he wanted my head
I opened my hands and I looked at him sideways
And he turned into a frog in the road instead
He looked at his flippers, he looked at the river
He looked very small and he looked very green
And I blinked to the far side before he remembered
That he'd wanted to fight — if you know what I mean
(Oo-sha ba-da, hexy vexy voom,)
(Zigga zamma zoom-bam, boom-ba bloom)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Blink — and gone — blink — and gone)
Some fights you win by standing your ground and swinging
Some fights you win by being somewhere else instead
Turn them into something small and step into the nothing
And reappear a hundred yards ahead
Six goblins found me camped at the edge of the forest
Thought they had me cornered — six to one
I let the chaos crackle up from both my open palms
And it jumped between them all before they'd even drawn or run
The bolt hit the first and arced sideways to the second
Hit the third before the fourth one even swore
I didn't aim it — didn't have to — chaos finds its targets
And the chaos always seems to find a few more
(Oobity obbity, snicker-snack spell,)
(Ringa-ranga riot and a jingle-jangle yell)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Crack — and jump — crack — and jump)
The warrior plants his feet and makes a plan and executes it
The rogue picks the moment and the angle and the mark
But the chaos doesn't ask you what you're aiming at before it
It just asks — are you ready — and it goes off in the dark
Then twelve more came out of the trees at once
And I won't pretend I had a plan for that
I felt the fight go sideways and I felt the fear come up
And I made a choice — I let it — just like that
(Presto pop kazam — sham-a-lam scram!)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
(Crack — ba-a-a — blink — gone)
Not the easy chaos of a fight that's going well
But the real kind — the kind that grabs the wheel
I turned the front six into sheep and crackled through the back six
And blinked before the wool hit the ground and before they knew the deal
(Oo-sha ba-da, hexy vexy voom,)
(Zigga zamma zoom-bam, boom-ba bloom)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — who knows)
Embrace the chaos
(Blink — and gone — crack — and jump)
(Oobity obbity, snicker-snack spell,)
(Ringa-ranga riot and a jingle-jangle yell)
I didn't choose this magic because I had it figured out
I chose it because figured out was never really me
Some people fight to win — I fight to find out what comes next
And embrace whatever that turns out to be
(Presto pop kazam — sham-a-lam scram!)
Embrace the chaos
(Here it comes — there it goes)
Embrace the chaos
And whistle all the way home
5My Best Friend is a BookYouTube
There's a book that follows me everywhere I go
It flaps its covers like a pair of leather wings
It knocks things off the shelves and startles all the cats
And reads itself out loud to me while I'm trying to do other things
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
It landed on my shoulder the first morning after I chose
I was reaching for a primer on elemental wards
It ruffled up its pages, knocked the primer to the floor
And opened to a chapter full of spells I'd never seen — in words that almost roared
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend has a spine and a hundred paper wings
It doesn't talk — exactly — but it opens when I'm scared
And shows me things I didn't know I needed — shows me things
The words light up inside it when they're words I need to read
They glow along the margins like a lantern in the dark
Sometimes just a sentence — sometimes half a page on fire
And I've learned to trust the brightness more than anything — it hasn't missed the mark
(glimmer-glow now, paper-wing)
(rustle-hush now, wing-a-ling)
I tried to leave it home the first time that I went to fight
It found me at the treeline with a leaf stuck in its spine
It landed on the troll's head and confused him for a second
And that second was the only one I needed — it was mine
(turna-turna, leaf and light)
(murmur-margin, burnin’ bright)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend weighs four pounds and smells like rain and dust
It falls asleep across my chest at night with its pages barely closed
And when I wake up there are words pressed on my skin that I can almost trust
There's a chapter near the back I haven't earned yet
(Not yet — not yet)
The pages stick together and the book pulls gently shut
Every time I try to peek it flaps away from me
And comes back later, slightly guilty, landing on my foot
(turna-turna, leaf and light)
(murmur-margin, burnin’ bright)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend holds a thousand years of voices in its leaves
And when I cast a spell I swear I hear them — all of them — behind me
A chorus of every mage who ever whispered what they learned into the binding of its seams
(glimmer-glow now, paper-wing)
(rustle-hush now, wing-a-ling)
It's not a weapon and it's not a shield
It's not the strongest thing I carry into any room
But everything I am — every spell I've ever thrown —
Started with a page that lit up golden in the gloom
(flutter by me, don’t fly far)
(there you are now, there you are)
My best friend is a book
And it's never let me down
Even when I've let myself down
Even when I've fallen
It just circles back around
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
It flaps its covers like a pair of leather wings
It knocks things off the shelves and startles all the cats
And reads itself out loud to me while I'm trying to do other things
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
It landed on my shoulder the first morning after I chose
I was reaching for a primer on elemental wards
It ruffled up its pages, knocked the primer to the floor
And opened to a chapter full of spells I'd never seen — in words that almost roared
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend has a spine and a hundred paper wings
It doesn't talk — exactly — but it opens when I'm scared
And shows me things I didn't know I needed — shows me things
The words light up inside it when they're words I need to read
They glow along the margins like a lantern in the dark
Sometimes just a sentence — sometimes half a page on fire
And I've learned to trust the brightness more than anything — it hasn't missed the mark
(glimmer-glow now, paper-wing)
(rustle-hush now, wing-a-ling)
I tried to leave it home the first time that I went to fight
It found me at the treeline with a leaf stuck in its spine
It landed on the troll's head and confused him for a second
And that second was the only one I needed — it was mine
(turna-turna, leaf and light)
(murmur-margin, burnin’ bright)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend weighs four pounds and smells like rain and dust
It falls asleep across my chest at night with its pages barely closed
And when I wake up there are words pressed on my skin that I can almost trust
There's a chapter near the back I haven't earned yet
(Not yet — not yet)
The pages stick together and the book pulls gently shut
Every time I try to peek it flaps away from me
And comes back later, slightly guilty, landing on my foot
(turna-turna, leaf and light)
(murmur-margin, burnin’ bright)
My best friend is a book
(My best friend is a book)
My best friend holds a thousand years of voices in its leaves
And when I cast a spell I swear I hear them — all of them — behind me
A chorus of every mage who ever whispered what they learned into the binding of its seams
(glimmer-glow now, paper-wing)
(rustle-hush now, wing-a-ling)
It's not a weapon and it's not a shield
It's not the strongest thing I carry into any room
But everything I am — every spell I've ever thrown —
Started with a page that lit up golden in the gloom
(flutter by me, don’t fly far)
(there you are now, there you are)
My best friend is a book
And it's never let me down
Even when I've let myself down
Even when I've fallen
It just circles back around
(flippa-flutter, shiver-shine)
(whisper-whicker, vellum-vine)
6Made of GlassYouTube
(Made of glass, oh made of glass, I'm made of glass)
(Made of glass, oh made of glass, I'm made of glass)
I can burn a field down from a quarter mile away
I can freeze a river solid with a thought
I can turn a charging warhorse into something small and startled
But if anything gets close to me — I'm caught
(bright as glass — so bright — this as glass — so thin)
The warriors wear armor and the rogues wear luck like leather
The healers stand behind a wall of faith
I stand behind the thing I am — which is everything and nothing
One spell between magnificent and unsafe
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so thin)
Made of glass
(Oh — made of glass)
I'm made of glass
(made of glass)
Every spell I throw could level half a battlefield
But one arrow — one arrow finds me and I'll shatter
One arrow and I'll fall
Made of glass
And I know it
And I cast anyway
The knight across the hall from me has seen what I can do
He still looks at me like something he should protect
And maybe he's not wrong — maybe that's the part that stings —
That the most dangerous person in this room is the easiest to wreck
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so thin)
(Bright as glass, thin as glass)
So I cast the silence down between us — me and the thing I'm fighting
Counterspell, counterspell, counterspell
And the magic stops
(stops)
And the hall goes quiet
(quiet)
And for three heartbeats I'm just a person standing in a room
With nothing between me and the floor but my own two feet
No fire — no chaos — no crackling — just the sound of us both breathing
Just two people looking at each other across forty feet
(Silence — silence)
(Nothing but the breathing)
And I feel it — how thin I am without the magic
How close the ground is — how easy I'd be to break
I feel my ribs — I feel the cold air on my skin —
And I feel the magic come back like a wave about to break
(Here it comes — here it comes)
Made of glass
(Oh — made of glass)
I'm made of glass
(made of glass)
And the magic poured back into me like light through a cathedral window
And I was every color — I was blinding — I was tall
Made of glass
Yes I'm made of glass
The most beautiful things are
(bright as glass — so bright — this as glass — so thin)
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so bright)
I used to think it was a flaw — the way I'd fall
I used to wish for armor or for thicker skin
But glass is what the light comes through
(Glass is what the light comes through)
And I am where the light gets in
(Made of glass — made of glass)
(So bright — so bright)
Made of glass
And I cast anyway
Made of glass
And I'm not going away
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so bright)
(Made of glass)
(Made of glass)
(Made of glass, oh made of glass, I'm made of glass)
I can burn a field down from a quarter mile away
I can freeze a river solid with a thought
I can turn a charging warhorse into something small and startled
But if anything gets close to me — I'm caught
(bright as glass — so bright — this as glass — so thin)
The warriors wear armor and the rogues wear luck like leather
The healers stand behind a wall of faith
I stand behind the thing I am — which is everything and nothing
One spell between magnificent and unsafe
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so thin)
Made of glass
(Oh — made of glass)
I'm made of glass
(made of glass)
Every spell I throw could level half a battlefield
But one arrow — one arrow finds me and I'll shatter
One arrow and I'll fall
Made of glass
And I know it
And I cast anyway
The knight across the hall from me has seen what I can do
He still looks at me like something he should protect
And maybe he's not wrong — maybe that's the part that stings —
That the most dangerous person in this room is the easiest to wreck
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so thin)
(Bright as glass, thin as glass)
So I cast the silence down between us — me and the thing I'm fighting
Counterspell, counterspell, counterspell
And the magic stops
(stops)
And the hall goes quiet
(quiet)
And for three heartbeats I'm just a person standing in a room
With nothing between me and the floor but my own two feet
No fire — no chaos — no crackling — just the sound of us both breathing
Just two people looking at each other across forty feet
(Silence — silence)
(Nothing but the breathing)
And I feel it — how thin I am without the magic
How close the ground is — how easy I'd be to break
I feel my ribs — I feel the cold air on my skin —
And I feel the magic come back like a wave about to break
(Here it comes — here it comes)
Made of glass
(Oh — made of glass)
I'm made of glass
(made of glass)
And the magic poured back into me like light through a cathedral window
And I was every color — I was blinding — I was tall
Made of glass
Yes I'm made of glass
The most beautiful things are
(bright as glass — so bright — this as glass — so thin)
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so bright)
I used to think it was a flaw — the way I'd fall
I used to wish for armor or for thicker skin
But glass is what the light comes through
(Glass is what the light comes through)
And I am where the light gets in
(Made of glass — made of glass)
(So bright — so bright)
Made of glass
And I cast anyway
Made of glass
And I'm not going away
(So bright — so thin — so bright — so bright)
(Made of glass)
(Made of glass)
7Mirror SpellYouTube
I spoke the words and something stepped out sideways from my shadow
It looked like me but standing three feet to my left
Same hands — same stance — same chaos crackling at the fingertips
I almost lost my concentration — I almost lost my breath
(Who is that — who is that)
My mirror moved when I moved — half a second after
Threw the same spell but from a different angle in the air
And the bolt that left my hands met the bolt that left my copy's hands
And they braided into something twice as bright and twice as rare
(Two of me — two of me — look at us go)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
That's me — that's what I look like when I fight
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
I didn't know my hands moved like that — I didn't know I burned that bright
My other self polymorphed the left flank while I blinked behind the right
And I caught a glimpse across the field mid-cast
Eyes focused and jaw set and chaos pouring out like lightning
And I thought — is that really what I look like? — and the thought hit fast
(That's me — that's me — I look like that?)
I've heard them say I'm powerful — I never quite believed it
I've felt the spells go out and felt them land but never seen
What it looks like from the outside — what they see when I'm not looking
The chaos arcing off of me in violet and green
(Look at that — look at that — that's me)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
Beautiful and terrified and casting anyway
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
I didn't know that's what it looked like — I didn't know that's what they'd say
The copy doesn't last — it never does — it flickered at the edges
Started thinning out around the time the fight was won
And right before it vanished it turned back and looked at me
And I saw my own face looking proud of what I'd done
(Stay — stay — don't go yet)
(Stay — I want to see a little longer)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
It was only me — it was always only me
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
But I needed to be standing on the outside looking in to finally see
(That's me — that's me)
(Look at us go)
(That's me)
I let the last light of it go and stood there in the quiet
The fight was done — the field was still — my hands were at my sides
And for the first time I believed the thing they'd all been saying
That their mage is something to be proud of — not to hide
(Mirror spell — mirror spell)
(That was me — that was me all along)
It looked like me but standing three feet to my left
Same hands — same stance — same chaos crackling at the fingertips
I almost lost my concentration — I almost lost my breath
(Who is that — who is that)
My mirror moved when I moved — half a second after
Threw the same spell but from a different angle in the air
And the bolt that left my hands met the bolt that left my copy's hands
And they braided into something twice as bright and twice as rare
(Two of me — two of me — look at us go)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
That's me — that's what I look like when I fight
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
I didn't know my hands moved like that — I didn't know I burned that bright
My other self polymorphed the left flank while I blinked behind the right
And I caught a glimpse across the field mid-cast
Eyes focused and jaw set and chaos pouring out like lightning
And I thought — is that really what I look like? — and the thought hit fast
(That's me — that's me — I look like that?)
I've heard them say I'm powerful — I never quite believed it
I've felt the spells go out and felt them land but never seen
What it looks like from the outside — what they see when I'm not looking
The chaos arcing off of me in violet and green
(Look at that — look at that — that's me)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
Beautiful and terrified and casting anyway
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
I didn't know that's what it looked like — I didn't know that's what they'd say
The copy doesn't last — it never does — it flickered at the edges
Started thinning out around the time the fight was won
And right before it vanished it turned back and looked at me
And I saw my own face looking proud of what I'd done
(Stay — stay — don't go yet)
(Stay — I want to see a little longer)
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
It was only me — it was always only me
Mirror spell
(Mirror spell)
But I needed to be standing on the outside looking in to finally see
(That's me — that's me)
(Look at us go)
(That's me)
I let the last light of it go and stood there in the quiet
The fight was done — the field was still — my hands were at my sides
And for the first time I believed the thing they'd all been saying
That their mage is something to be proud of — not to hide
(Mirror spell — mirror spell)
(That was me — that was me all along)
8PortalYouTube
I opened up a door in the middle of the air
Stepped through and landed on a cliff above the sea
Salt air and sunlight and a city I had never seen below
White walls and market squares — and no one there but me
(Far — so far — I'm so far from where I was)
I opened up another in a forest made of crystal
Every tree a different color — every branch a kind of bell
The wind moved through them and the whole world rang like music
And I stood still and listened and I didn't cast a spell
(Ring — ring — listen to it ring)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — somewhere new)
Portal — the world is wider than I ever thought it was
Every doorway opens onto something I had never seen
Every doorway closes with the softest hush
I landed on a bridge above a river full of stars
The water ran with light — the fish were silver-gold and fast
A city on the far bank had been standing there ten thousand years
And every stone still hummed with every spell that anyone had cast
(Old — so old — older than the oldest book I've read)
I stepped into a desert where the sand was black as ink
And the sky was full of moons — I counted five before I lost my breath
I stepped into a harbor where the ships had sails like dragonflies
And the dockworkers were giants and the seagulls sang of death
(Far — so far — farther still — so far)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — somewhere new)
Portal — there's no end to it — no edge — no final shore
Just another city — just another sky worth seeing
Just another door — and then another door
(Step through — step through)
And I could keep going — I could open doors forever
Every hilltop and horizon — every coast
But I'm standing in a city where I don't know anyone
And I'm starting to feel like the thing I am the most
is alone
(So far — so far from everyone)
Then a message came — the way they always do
"We need a portal — can you bring us all together?
We're in six different places and the battle starts at dawn
And you're the only one who can put us in the same room — whenever"
(Bring us — bring us — bring us all together)
And I realized — that's the spell
(That's the spell — that's the real spell)
Not the going — not the seeing — not the standing somewhere new
The portal isn't magic because it takes me far away
The portal's magic because it brings all of you
(Step through — step through — come through)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — come on through)
I opened up a door in every city where they waited
One by one they stepped into the room where I was standing
And the place that had been empty started feeling like it mattered
(Come through — come through — we're all here)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — you're here)
I've seen the crystal forest and the river full of stars
The desert with five moons — the harbor with the giants
But the best door I ever opened was the one that brought you all to me from afar
Stepped through and landed on a cliff above the sea
Salt air and sunlight and a city I had never seen below
White walls and market squares — and no one there but me
(Far — so far — I'm so far from where I was)
I opened up another in a forest made of crystal
Every tree a different color — every branch a kind of bell
The wind moved through them and the whole world rang like music
And I stood still and listened and I didn't cast a spell
(Ring — ring — listen to it ring)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — somewhere new)
Portal — the world is wider than I ever thought it was
Every doorway opens onto something I had never seen
Every doorway closes with the softest hush
I landed on a bridge above a river full of stars
The water ran with light — the fish were silver-gold and fast
A city on the far bank had been standing there ten thousand years
And every stone still hummed with every spell that anyone had cast
(Old — so old — older than the oldest book I've read)
I stepped into a desert where the sand was black as ink
And the sky was full of moons — I counted five before I lost my breath
I stepped into a harbor where the ships had sails like dragonflies
And the dockworkers were giants and the seagulls sang of death
(Far — so far — farther still — so far)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — somewhere new)
Portal — there's no end to it — no edge — no final shore
Just another city — just another sky worth seeing
Just another door — and then another door
(Step through — step through)
And I could keep going — I could open doors forever
Every hilltop and horizon — every coast
But I'm standing in a city where I don't know anyone
And I'm starting to feel like the thing I am the most
is alone
(So far — so far from everyone)
Then a message came — the way they always do
"We need a portal — can you bring us all together?
We're in six different places and the battle starts at dawn
And you're the only one who can put us in the same room — whenever"
(Bring us — bring us — bring us all together)
And I realized — that's the spell
(That's the spell — that's the real spell)
Not the going — not the seeing — not the standing somewhere new
The portal isn't magic because it takes me far away
The portal's magic because it brings all of you
(Step through — step through — come through)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — come on through)
I opened up a door in every city where they waited
One by one they stepped into the room where I was standing
And the place that had been empty started feeling like it mattered
(Come through — come through — we're all here)
Portal — step through
(Step through — step through — you're here)
I've seen the crystal forest and the river full of stars
The desert with five moons — the harbor with the giants
But the best door I ever opened was the one that brought you all to me from afar
9ConjureYouTube
The fight's been done for half an hour and my hands are still crackling
Chaos arcing off my knuckles — little sparks against the dusk
I've still got so much left in me — the battle barely drained me
So I hold my hands out over nothing and I turn the sparks to crust
(Out of nothing — out of air)
It started simple — bread and water on a stone
The first time I cast it no one even looked up from the fire
But the bread was warm and the water tasted clean
And the fighter on my left said "do that again" — and I felt something change entire
(Warm bread — clean water — out of nothing)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Watch me set a table out of air
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Same hands that just leveled half a battlefield
Have got enough left over for a feast beyond compare
Then I learned to make the butter and the honey and the cheese
(A little more — a little more each time)
Then the roasted roots and apples and the soup that steams for hours
Then the bread got better — darker — seeds and salt and rosemary and thyme
(Out of nothing — out of nothing — look at this)
The rogue came back with blood on both her gloves
And I set a bowl of stew in front of her without a word
The healer sat down heavy like the weight of everyone he'd saved
And I poured him something warm and sweet and neither of us stirred
(Eat — rest — eat — you're safe now)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Watch me fill this table till it groans
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
The same magic that throws fire and freezes rivers and bends reality
Can also make sure no one here sits alone
(No one here — no one here sits alone)
The night before the battle and the whole camp's sitting down
Forty fighters and the table runs the length of every fire
I close my eyes and hold my hands out — and I feel it rise like music
Roast meat and winter wine and honey cake stacked higher and higher
(Higher — higher — out of nothing — all of it)
And the knight who used to look at me like something he should save
Is eating with both hands and laughing with his mouth full
And the warrior who never talked to me is passing bread
And my book is sleeping on the bench beside me — flap and flutter — still and hopeful
(Flap and flutter — even here)
(Even here)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
This is what I love — this is what I choose
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Not instead of chaos — not instead of fire and glass
But after — and before — and in between — because the magic doesn't bruise
It doesn't empty out — it doesn't tire — it just keeps going
And I'd rather spend the surplus on a table full of you
(Out of nothing — out of love)
(Out of nothing)
Every other spell I know moves something that was already there
Fire reshapes — ice preserves — chaos rearranges what you've got
But conjuring makes something out of nothing — and I think that's what I've been doing
Not just tonight — not just this table — but with every single thing I've got
(Out of nothing — all of it — out of nothing)
I made this meal from nothing and I made this life from nothing
Made a place at this table that was never here before
They said I'd never hold a sword — they might have had a point
But I built something better with these hands — something worth fighting for
(Out of nothing — out of nothing)
(Look at what I made)
And maybe that's the deepest spell — the one they never teach you
Not in any book — not even mine — not even in the chapter I can't read
That the greatest magic isn't fire or ice or chaos
It's looking at an empty space and seeing what it needs
(Conjure — conjure)
(Out of nothing — out of love)
(That's the one — that's the spell)
(Conjure)
Chaos arcing off my knuckles — little sparks against the dusk
I've still got so much left in me — the battle barely drained me
So I hold my hands out over nothing and I turn the sparks to crust
(Out of nothing — out of air)
It started simple — bread and water on a stone
The first time I cast it no one even looked up from the fire
But the bread was warm and the water tasted clean
And the fighter on my left said "do that again" — and I felt something change entire
(Warm bread — clean water — out of nothing)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Watch me set a table out of air
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Same hands that just leveled half a battlefield
Have got enough left over for a feast beyond compare
Then I learned to make the butter and the honey and the cheese
(A little more — a little more each time)
Then the roasted roots and apples and the soup that steams for hours
Then the bread got better — darker — seeds and salt and rosemary and thyme
(Out of nothing — out of nothing — look at this)
The rogue came back with blood on both her gloves
And I set a bowl of stew in front of her without a word
The healer sat down heavy like the weight of everyone he'd saved
And I poured him something warm and sweet and neither of us stirred
(Eat — rest — eat — you're safe now)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Watch me fill this table till it groans
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
The same magic that throws fire and freezes rivers and bends reality
Can also make sure no one here sits alone
(No one here — no one here sits alone)
The night before the battle and the whole camp's sitting down
Forty fighters and the table runs the length of every fire
I close my eyes and hold my hands out — and I feel it rise like music
Roast meat and winter wine and honey cake stacked higher and higher
(Higher — higher — out of nothing — all of it)
And the knight who used to look at me like something he should save
Is eating with both hands and laughing with his mouth full
And the warrior who never talked to me is passing bread
And my book is sleeping on the bench beside me — flap and flutter — still and hopeful
(Flap and flutter — even here)
(Even here)
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
This is what I love — this is what I choose
Conjure
(Conjure — conjure)
Not instead of chaos — not instead of fire and glass
But after — and before — and in between — because the magic doesn't bruise
It doesn't empty out — it doesn't tire — it just keeps going
And I'd rather spend the surplus on a table full of you
(Out of nothing — out of love)
(Out of nothing)
Every other spell I know moves something that was already there
Fire reshapes — ice preserves — chaos rearranges what you've got
But conjuring makes something out of nothing — and I think that's what I've been doing
Not just tonight — not just this table — but with every single thing I've got
(Out of nothing — all of it — out of nothing)
I made this meal from nothing and I made this life from nothing
Made a place at this table that was never here before
They said I'd never hold a sword — they might have had a point
But I built something better with these hands — something worth fighting for
(Out of nothing — out of nothing)
(Look at what I made)
And maybe that's the deepest spell — the one they never teach you
Not in any book — not even mine — not even in the chapter I can't read
That the greatest magic isn't fire or ice or chaos
It's looking at an empty space and seeing what it needs
(Conjure — conjure)
(Out of nothing — out of love)
(That's the one — that's the spell)
(Conjure)