[intro] [Opening with radio static] [Verse 1] If I were to invent the world now, I would create the morning light already explained, without the mourning that weighs in the shadow of men, the conspiracy of the night with the stones. I would leave the doors unlatched so the dead could pass through without a name caught in their throat. I would teach the floorboards to hold a body gently, and the walls to stop remembering every last breath like it was a crime scene. [Chorus] No more mourning. No more weight. Let the light come clean. Let it come too late. No more mourning. No more pain. Let the world keep turning after the name. [Verse 2] I have seen how death arrives without knocking, how it sits at the table and uses your glass. It does not rage. It does not hurry. It only stays until the room changes shape. And we call that silence mercy when it is only the house learning your absence one object at a time. [Chorus] No more mourning. No more weight. Let the light come clean. Let it come too late. No more mourning. No more pain. Let the world keep turning after the name. [Bridge] If I could remake the air, I would let grief speak plainly. I would let the living cry with their faces uncovered. I would put the night in its place and ask the stones what they remember when everyone else is gone. [Final Chorus] No more mourning. No more weight. Let the light come clean. Let it come too late. No more mourning. No more pain. Let the world keep turning after the name. [Outro] And if I were to invent the world now, I would still let death remain— but I would take away its crown of shadows, its borrowed voice, its habit of staying.
