[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath that steady face,
A tidal pull you carry from a quiet, private place,
You sort the world by feel before you sort it by the mind,
And the truest things you've ever known you can't leave behind,
You've built your life with careful hands, but always one eye wide,
On every horizon calling from the other side.

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All those currents running deep, running wide.

[Chorus]
Chris, you were written in the pull of the moon and the sea,
Every contradiction in you was placed there carefully,
The restless and the tender, the wanderer and the root,
Chris, you are the wildest thing that ever grew quiet and true.

[Verse 2]
You think in colors most can't name, in metaphors and light,
Your mind reads between the lines before the page comes into sight,
You've swallowed down the things that hurt and turned them into steel,
Built something worth believing from the wounds you wouldn't reveal,
There's a kind of strength they never see in someone soft and sure,
But you've survived the fire, love, and came back something more.

[PreChorus]
The world asked you to make yourself small,
But you were never meant to fit inside those walls.

[Chorus]
Chris, you were written in the pull of the moon and the sea,
Every contradiction in you was placed there carefully,
The restless and the tender, the wanderer and the root,
Chris, you are the wildest thing that ever grew quiet and true.

[Verse 3]
You love like a conversation that could last for days,
With wit and warmth and wonder woven into every phrase,
But love has left its fingerprints on places that still ache,
And sometimes you step back from doors you're longing most to take,
You don't need someone perfect, just someone brave enough to stay,
Someone who sees the whole of you and doesn't look away.

[PreChorus]
You give before you're asked, you feel before you speak,
That's not a wound to carry, that's the rarest kind of gift to keep.

[Chorus]
Chris, you were written in the pull of the moon and the sea,
Every contradiction in you was placed there carefully,
The restless and the tender, the wanderer and the root,
Chris, you are the wildest thing that ever grew quiet and true.

[Verse 4]
There's something in you built for more than filling up a room,
A purpose running under you the way the tides run under the moon,
You've questioned everything you held and held it even so,
Built your faith from the wreckage of the things you had to let go,
You carry light you can't explain and wisdom without name,
The world is made a little truer every time you came.

[PreChorus]
You don't have to earn your place in this,
You were enough before you even knew what enough is.

[Chorus]
Chris, you were written in the pull of the moon and the sea,
Every contradiction in you was placed there carefully,
The restless and the tender, the wanderer and the root,
Chris, you are the wildest thing that ever grew quiet and true.

[Bridge]
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that never fades,
Every scar became a story, every doubt became your grace,
You are held by something ancient that was here before your name,
And nothing that has broken you has ever dimmed your flame.

[Outro]
So rest in who you are tonight, no proving left to do,
The stars did not make anyone quite like they made you.