[Intro - close-mic, spoken, low female alto voice, throat resonance, no nasal tone] Don’t lift me higher. Keep me here. Low light. Slow breath. One room. [Lead - spoken-sung, intimate, same persona voice unchanged] I don’t need the ceiling to open for me I need the floor to remember my weight I need the note to stay close to the body where the truth does not have to shine [Verse 1 - low register, relaxed timing, interpretive throat vibrato at line endings] There’s a blue glass on the table a little rain inside the street and every word I almost told you is walking barefoot underneath I let the silence turn its shoulder I let the night come through the door not every heart that keeps on beating is asking to be heard more [Short pause - piano breath, brushed drums stay soft] [Pre-Chorus - spoken-sung, precise pauses, no vocal lift] I won’t climb for the melody I won’t beg the room to feel I stay low because low knows what is real [Chorus - murmured, low, same voice, slow throat vibrato on final words] Keep me in the low light where the shadow knows my name keep me in the warm dark where the voice does not have to change I am not rising I am arriving inside the same flame [Verse 2 - conversational jazz phrasing, intimate, smoky, restrained] There’s a coat on the back of the chair still holding someone’s shape there’s a clock that doesn’t hurry there’s a window half awake I have loved without announcement I have left without a scene I have carried whole departures in the space between two strings [Lead - lower, throat-born tremble, controlled] And if my voice begins to tremble let it tremble from the bone not to decorate the sorrow but to prove it has a home [Chorus - low, no brightening, no high harmony] Keep me in the low light where the shadow knows my name keep me in the warm dark where the voice does not have to change I am not rising I am arriving inside the same flame [Bridge - spoken, detached but emotional, close-mic] Do not make me younger. Do not make me cleaner. Do not put silver where the smoke belongs. Leave the crack inside the velvet. Leave the breath behind the song. [Bridge - sung-spoken, slow, throat vibrato only at endings] A beautiful voice doesn’t always fly sometimes it sits beside the glass sometimes it waits until the room has no more masks to pass [Final Chorus - intimate lift, still low register, same persona voice unchanged] Keep me in the low light where the shadow knows my name keep me in the warm dark where the voice does not have to change I am not rising I am arriving inside the same flame [Outro - fading, spoken, low throat resonance, long natural tremble] Don’t lift me higher. Keep me here. Low light. Slow breath. Same voice. Same fire.
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