[mood: glacial] [energy: low] [intro | sparse guitar texture | low bass pulse] [verse 1 | close vocal | sparse instrumentation] the room had the outline early before the body reached the light a name moves faster than a person once it learns the proper height every face already settled every silence neatly placed nothing asked to know the breathing just the version framed with grace [pre-chorus | building tension | bass forward] known before the first word landed readable before the turn all the meaning fixed in advance all the distance made to look earned [chorus | restrained | wider guitars] born readable the room stays calm that way born readable already shaped to stay known enough to enter clean never touched, only seen born readable before the voice could mean a thing [verse 2 | controlled vocal | steady pulse] some rooms love a finished surface more than anything alive something polished at the threshold something easy to describe a face can pass for understanding if the angle holds it still if the name arrives correctly if the body fits the will [pre-chorus | tension rising | restrained drums] nothing here begins as blankness nothing here is left alone every entrance comes translated every presence overknown [bridge | stripped back | low bass] let the room keep calling it vision let the room keep calling it taste all that careful fucking reading and still nothing meets the face [final chorus | fuller | stronger drums] born readable the room stays calm that way born readable already given shape known enough to enter clean never held, only seen born readable before the voice could mean a thing
