Staring at the empty kitchen chair, my coffee went cold before I touched the cup. No heads-up, no warning, no long goodbye speech, just the house shifting weight in the middle of the afternoon. I learned to walk with this hole beside me, to answer myself without raising my voice, to pick up the pieces without calling it a miracle, just routine, short steps, just keep going. [Chorus] Keep the bass low, keep the lights on I stay moving when the room goes quiet One more step, one more breath, one more beat I keep going, I keep going Some days, the missing feeling grabs my shoulder, some days, I just wryly laugh at what almost broke me. I didn't come back a different man, I came back whole in pieces, stitching what fell apart with everyday string. [Chorus] Keep the bass low, keep the lights on I stay moving when the room goes quiet One more step, one more breath, one more beat I keep going, I keep going The loss opened up too much space, I know, but that's where I saw the real ground. And when nothing comes to save me, I keep going—slowly, but I keep going.
