[Intro — MALE spoken, close-mic; FEMALE breath-harmony; Rhodes + bass; faint hyperpop shimmer; no drums] MALE: I thought if I loved it hard enough it would know what I meant. FEMALE: Maybe it knew. MALE: Maybe I didn't know how to say it. FEMALE: Maybe the door wasn't locked. [Verse 1 — MALE lead; FEMALE echoes] MALE: I brought you everything I had laid it right there on the floor Thought if you could see the whole of it you wouldn't need to ask for more But I kept moving toward you when you were backing away I called it faith, I called it love you called it another day FEMALE: Another day... MALE: I didn't mean to make you run I didn't mean to make you hide I was trying to open up the door you were trying to get inside And somewhere in the middle we forgot what we were for I thought I needed you to understand you needed me to stop [Pre-Chorus — alternating] FEMALE: Maybe I wasn't wrong— MALE: Maybe I wasn't either— FEMALE: Maybe what was good between us— BOTH: Needed room to breathe. [CHORUS — tight, instantly memorable; short phrases; strong melodic repetition] MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: You just couldn't come in. MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: I just couldn't let you in. BOTH: You can't love somebody into opening up. You can't love somebody into opening up. MALE: So don't push— FEMALE: Don't force— BOTH: Let it breathe. If it's meant to open, it'll open when it's ready. [Post-Chorus — female hook, male response] FEMALE: The door wasn't locked... MALE: Wasn't locked. FEMALE: It just wasn't time. BOTH: Give it room. Give it time. [Verse 2 — FEMALE lead; MALE responses] FEMALE: I've been the one behind the armor I've been the hand against the gate I've been so busy guarding something I forgot what I was guarding it from And I've been on the other side thinking, "How can you not see?" Holding up the answer like an answer ought to be MALE: Yeah, I know that place. FEMALE: You don't hand somebody shelter by chasing them through the storm You don't prove you're safe by demanding they believe you're warm. MALE: I thought I was helping. FEMALE: I know. MALE: I just didn't know when to stop. FEMALE: That's the part that hurts. [Pre-Chorus] MALE: Maybe I wasn't wrong— FEMALE: Maybe you weren't either— BOTH: Maybe what was good between us needed room to breathe. [CHORUS — repeat, slightly bigger] MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: You just couldn't come in. MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: I just couldn't let you in. BOTH: You can't love somebody into opening up. You can't love somebody into opening up. MALE: So don't push— FEMALE: Don't force— BOTH: Let it breathe. If it's meant to open, it'll open when it's ready. [Verse 3 — DUET; tighter rhythmic trading] MALE: I could have had the answer. FEMALE: I could have had the key. MALE: I could have saved the whole damn world— FEMALE: It wouldn't matter to me. MALE: If I couldn't make you hear it— FEMALE: If I couldn't let it land— MALE: Maybe loving you meant knowing— FEMALE: When to take back your hand. MALE: Not because I stopped caring. FEMALE: Not because you weren't enough. BOTH: Sometimes love gets clearer when it stops trying to prove it's love. [Bridge — drums drop; Rhodes + bass; intimate duet] MALE: There's a distance between the Earth and Moon that looks simple from the ground. FEMALE: Just draw a line and make the trip— MALE: But that's not how you get around. FEMALE: You need gravity— MALE: You need timing— FEMALE: You need room— BOTH: You don't fight the whole damn universe just to prove you're coming through. [Silence] FEMALE: Maybe the door wasn't locked. MALE: Maybe I was knocking too hard. [Drums slam back into groove] [BREAKDOWN — call-and-response] MALE: Wasn't locked— FEMALE: Knocking too hard. MALE: Wasn't locked— FEMALE: Knocking too hard. BOTH: Sometimes love ain't breaking down the door. MALE: It's knowing when to walk away— FEMALE: So they can open it themselves. [FINAL CHORUS — full retro-soul/gospel lift; Clyde-style drummer highly active; hyperpop accents] MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: You just couldn't come in. MALE: The door wasn't locked— FEMALE: I just couldn't let you in. BOTH: You can't love somebody into opening up. You can't love somebody into opening up. MALE: So don't push— FEMALE: Don't force— BOTH: Let it breathe. If it's meant to open, it'll open when it's ready. FEMALE: The door wasn't locked— MALE: No, it wasn't locked. FEMALE: It just wasn't time— MALE: Maybe that's the truth. BOTH: The door wasn't locked. We just couldn't walk through. [Outro — stripped; female hum, male whisper] MALE: I won't call you the villain. FEMALE: I won't make you the saint. MALE: Maybe we just reached a place— FEMALE: Where good wasn't receivable. BOTH: The door wasn't locked. [One final funky hi-hat tick; Rhodes hangs; tiny digital sparkle] FEMALE, whispered: Give it room. MALE: Give it time. BOTH: Let it breathe.
