[Intro: solo clean surf guitar] [Verse 1: close and gentle] There’s a song caught in the rooftops, Purple threads across the moon. You keep staring at your fingers. I keep making room for you. You can show me all those sharp teeth, I’ve got plenty of my own. If your voice comes out all tangled, We can take this nice and slow. [Chorus: firmer, still intimate] Oh, despair, they’re not yours to keep. You don’t get to call them gone. There are names beneath your melody, And I’ll leave room for every one. They can tremble. They can weep. They’re still here. Not yours to keep. [Brief solo guitar fill] [Verse 2: a small, stubborn smile] Salt is drying on the fretboard, And my fingertips are sore. When the dark demands an ending, I’ve got one small chorus more. [Chorus] Oh, despair, they’re not yours to keep. You don’t get to call them gone. There are names beneath your melody, And I’ll leave room for every one. They can tremble. They can weep. They’re still here. Not yours to keep. [Bridge: almost spoken over sparse guitar] You don’t have to feel like fighting. You don’t have to sing with me. If you need to be here crying, There’s enough room by the sea. [Short guitar interlude] [Final chorus: quietly defiant, solo voice] Oh, despair, we’re not yours to keep. You don’t get to call us gone. There are names beneath your melody, And I’ll leave room for every one. We can tremble. We can weep. We’re still here. Not yours to keep. [Outro: soften; let the guitar chord ring] Not yours to keep. Stay for the next wave. [End]
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