[TRACK: Need to Know] [TEMPO: ~72–76 BPM | 4/4] [Intro] (Atmospheric keys / ambient morning traffic wash) [Verse 1] Morning asphalt, wipers humming low Yellow flashes ahead, the traffic starts to slow You said it casually, looking straight ahead The sentence hanging heavy as the light turns red Like dropping matches right into the pouring rain Hands froze on my lap beneath the sudden strain Two miles of red lights, nowhere left to turn— Just a long day of silence left to burn. [Chorus] There are some things you cannot un-say, Some quiet lines you cross in fear. If I had the choice to walk away, I would have kept it need-to-know, my dear. The air went out, the colors cleared, Some doors were never meant to clear. There are some things you cannot un-say, And things I cannot un-hear. [Verse 2] Now my heart's thumping In the middle of the night. I made a promise And I want to do right. But what I heard tonight Has got my soul reeling. Everything about you I don't really need to know. If it's about your past, If you're no longer suffering Then keep it need to know. There's some burdens I cannot bear. [Chorus] There are some things you cannot un-say, Some quiet lines you cross in fear. If I had the choice to walk away, I would have kept it need-to-know, my dear. The air went out, the colors cleared, Some doors were never meant to clear. There are some things you cannot un-say, And things I cannot un-hear. [Bridge] Your past does not need To be an open book For my love to show. I know the feeling you give, I know that you care When you hold my hand And look into me. It's all in your tired eyes, I pray you won't hurt. Now... I know how it feels. [Guitar / Instrumental Solo] (8 Bars — emotional swell / held chords) [Chorus] There are some things you cannot un-say, Some quiet lines you cross in fear. If I had the choice to walk away, I would have kept it need-to-know, my dear. The air went out, the colors cleared, Some doors were never meant to clear. There are some things you cannot un-say, And things I cannot un-hear. [Outro] (Spoken / intimate low vocal over sustained ambient bed) Lips tightly shut. Two-thirty on the clock. Need to know… Just need to know. (Fade on held minor chord)
