A Word Like Weather Be'elze'bub ReDux (Fire Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / Warm Dusty Keys / Infernal Lounge Ballad] I used to think love was one thing. A bargain. A wound. A fever with better lighting. [pause] Now... I do not know. [pause] And stranger still... I do not hate not knowing. [Verse 1] Love was mothers coming home half-dead Still counting plates before they fed Love was small shoes by the door One pair leaning like it fought a war Love was rent due, voices low No one naming fear, but all of them know Love was stretching what would not stretch And saving warmth for whoever was left I thought love wore silk and flame A spotless vow with a golden name But most times love has dishes stacked And someone saying, “Rest,” while holding back I have seen love tired I have seen love late Seen it wait by a grocery gate Counting coins with a careful face Still making room for grace [Chorus – Tender / Uncertain] Love is a word like weather Changing when it moves I have only learned a little And little may be true It has no single shape No clean and shining proof Sometimes it looks like staying Sometimes it looks like moving I do not know how to hold it I do not know what it proves But whenever it passes near me Something in me comes loose [Verse 2] Love may be saving someone a seat Or saying nothing when words retreat May be a hand that does not rush May be mercy dressed as hush May be a friend who checks your eyes When your smile has told polite little lies May be silence riding near Letting pain breathe itself clear May be wanting someone close And fearing the name that wanting knows So you fold it small where none can see And call that safety, not misery Maybe love is brave Maybe love is scared Maybe both are welcome there Maybe love does not fix the bruise Just sits beside it and tells the truth [Chorus – Tender / Uncertain] Love is a word like weather Changing when it moves I have only learned a little And little may be true It has no single shape No clean and shining proof Sometimes it looks like staying Sometimes it looks like moving I do not know how to hold it I do not know what it proves But whenever it passes near me Something in me comes loose [Bridge – Beat Pulls Back / Almost Confessional] I do not wish to make it smaller Just to call it understood Do not wish to chain the river And declare the river good Not one body Not one promise Not one perfect plan Perhaps love is not the answer [pause] Perhaps love is the room Where the answer can land [pause] Something in me heard that. Something... answered. [Verse 3] I have found it in foolish places Bus stop wind and weary faces A corner clerk saying, “Get home safe,” Like the world still keeps some faith I found it when the children laughed At some broken joke that should not last When the house stayed loud And the lights stayed on Though everything else felt nearly gone I found it in almost too Almost spoke, almost knew Almost reached, almost ran Almost let someone understand Maybe one day I will not flinch When kindness moves toward me by inches Maybe I will let it see my name Without dressing the sound in shame Till then I am learning Slow as I can Love is no trophy No debt, no command Not a spell I have solved Not a door I have shut Just a warmth in the ribs Where the old dark was [Final Chorus – Warmer / Still Unresolved] Love is a word like weather Changing when it moves I have only learned a little And little may be true It has no single shape No clean and shining proof Sometimes it looks like staying Sometimes it looks like moving I do not know how to hold it I do not know what it proves But whenever it passes near me Something in me comes loose [Outro – Spoken / Quiet] Perhaps that is love. [pause] No. Not yet. I will not name it before it names itself. [pause] But I opened my hand. And nothing burned. [End]