[Intro] A quiet has come down on me. I can hear the room breathe. [Verse 1] Should I greet you, son of sleep, or keep my coat on, keep my feet? News comes in from far-off ground— red fields, black wings circling round. I hear the old tales pass the door, the golden donkey, nothing more. Vafill laughing, Smerdis sings, wood and breath on little strings. [Pre-Chorus] Silver harness, pale-maned horse, pearl-thread cloth and painted bowls. All that glitter, all that cost— I let it pass. I let it go. [Chorus] I feel nothing, nothing at all, while the bright day leans against the wall. I feel nothing, let the whole world turn; there’s a quiet in me nothing can disturb. [Verse 2] I count the evenings, one by one, the walks we took beneath the sun. Kanogg, twice blessed, your name stays near— I say it plain; it brings no tear. When the last door takes its due, what will I leave, what will I lose? A cup gone cold, a garden gate, a life I loved, arriving late. [Dark Swing Rap] You used to cross the portico, cloth catching green where the hedges grow. I watched the branches, watched the hem, made a whole weather out of them. Your grey eyes under heavy brows— I knew the turn, I knew the vow. Now your steps go by; I stay. I don’t look up. I let them fade. [Bridge] And maybe this calm is only a coat I wear when the old names rise in my throat. The garden keeps what I cannot say; the leaves turn over, the hours pass away. [Final Chorus] I feel nothing, nothing at all, while the bright day leans against the wall. I feel nothing, let the whole world turn; there’s a quiet in me nothing can disturb. I feel nothing—still I know your face, still the empty path remembers your pace. I feel nothing, or so I say, while the evening folds the day away. [Outro] No more footsteps. No more looking through the leaves. Your bright gaze passes. I let it leave.
