[Intro - whispered, almost no air, everything dead centre and narrow] (whispered) I could reach it from right here. [Verse 1 - half time, dry close vocal, kick enters on bar 3] All this time I measured what was left between us two, never measured what a standing man can still get to. Took the tape out to the edges of the thing I am, and the edges were out further than I'd ever ran. Turns out standing in a hallway for a year or more grows a thing on you that reaches way out past the door. And the strange part is I never felt it getting wide. And a thing that grows on you don't ask you to decide. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out, drone rises] I'm not waiting for a yes, I'm not waiting for a no. I stopped needing what he says. I just never let it go. [Chorus - full voice, still quiet, the image starting to open] I could reach it from right here. I measured it this morning and it's well inside the line. Everything that's left of it is mine. And I'm not going to touch it. I could reach it from right here. That's the whole report. [Verse 2 - same restraint, image wider, low anchor one phrase per two bars] There's a version of a man who'd take what he can take, and he'd be inside that door before the morning break. He'd be right. He'd be inside. And he'd be wrong somehow. I'd rather be out here holding what I told him. Now. So the reach is just a thing I know about myself, like a tool I'm never gonna take down off the shelf. And I'd rather know I can and never use the reach than to stand here empty-handed with an empty speech. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out] I'm not waiting for a yes, I'm not waiting for a no. I stopped needing what he says. I just never let it go. [The Crossing - two seconds, hard cut both directions, nothing inside it] [Final Chorus - wider, not louder, the image fully open] I could reach it from right here. I measured it this morning and it's well inside the line. Everything that's left of it is mine. And I'm not going to touch it. I could reach it from right here. That's the whole report. [Outro - bare, dry, the width held open] I could reach it from right here. (almost nothing) And I'm not going to.
