[Verse 1] Shut the windows; keep the key, let this room be built for me. Dust holds light along the floor— one clear voice is what it’s for. Shelves remember what I’ve read, spines like streets inside my head. Turn the volume almost none— truth grows louder, one by one. Keep the circle small and kind, leave the noise outside the line. Chorus 1 Room with no echo, walls stay kind, words land once and hold their line. Keep it simple, keep it slow— say what’s real and let it show. Verse 2 Let the room go still and deep, breath finds even, edges sleep. Chalk-line thoughts along the floor, one clear shape worth standing for. Close the door on what I knew, open only what is true. Low floor, clean signal, nothing spare— I can hear what’s really there. Weight stays low, the tone stays plain— that’s the way I keep it sane. Chorus 2 Room with no echo, walls stay kind, words land once and hold their line. [a-cap — DRY, center, +0.5 dB] See more. Say less. Keep it simple, keep it slow— say what’s real and let it show. Bridge No applause to bend the truth, no bright tricks to pass as proof. Quiet room and steady tone— that’s the place I’m most my own. Chorus Room with no echo, walls stay kind, words land once and hold their line. Keep it simple, keep it slow— say what’s real and let it show. Chorus Room with no echo, walls stay kind, words land once and hold their line. Keep it simple, keep it slow— say what’s real and let it show.
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