Verse 1 I took the song. I took the note from the table in June. I took the way he looked when the practice failed and a person came back through his face. Verse 2 I did not take the letters. They were never the point. The point was a hallway city and a woman who boarded instead of vanishing down another street. Chorus We’ll always have the room. We’ll always have the lie that made the room possible. We’ll always have the train we missed on purpose and the one I missed because I ran. Verse 3 I loved him in a tense that thought it was permanent. I loved Victor in a world that required his pulse. Neither love cancelled the other. That is the line no poster wants. Bridge If you see him— if any version of this story gives him back to you— tell him the window in June is still open in my mouth. Tell him I watch clouds the way he used to watch me: as if they might still change their minds. Final chorus Here’s looking at you— not the girl in the doorway, the woman who walked through it and lived long enough to tell the waiting city it does not get the last word. Tag (a cappella possible) That is all the music there is. The rest is air. The rest is a plane. The rest is me keeping my eyes on the weather.
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