Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Hums stack like folded prayers The room listens back I stitch the quiet into your name Needle shaking, hand the same The radio whispers foreign towns Like lullabies upside down They promise endings, clean and neat But nothing holy fits this street I leave the light on anyway Every knock is a loaded sound Hope learns how to duck down Time drips slow from the ceiling fan I breathe for two when I can Come back soft, come back whole Don’t let the thunder eat your soul They can keep their lines and claims I just want you breathing my name I sew my fear where no one sees Red thread pulling back to me Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Echo answers echo Walls hum low, like choirs tired Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Night rocks the house Your shadow still knows the door It waits where boots once stood before They say be proud, they say be strong But strength feels wrong when waiting’s long The news counts bodies, skips the breath Calls it progress, calls it depth Come back warm, come back slow Leave the shouting down below If courage means I smile through pain Then let me fail that game Red thread tight around my sleeve If I could sing you out of fire I’d trade my voice, my every wire All the anthems sound the same Just dressed-up grief, a louder frame Tell me who this victory feeds It’s not the ones who never sleep It’s not the ones who wait and bleed Come back real, come back mine Not a headline frozen in time No more maps, no more lies No more sons for their disguise I pull the night, I pull the seam Red thread trembling in between If war must speak, let it confess I choose you over their success Mm-mmm, mm-mmm Echo fades but holds The thread stays warm The door remembers
