[Verse 1] Past midnight, the house has lost its breath I turn the handle, leave the dark behind The drawing room waits in oak and ember While sleep keeps slipping through my mind I bring the Book of Truth, its pages mended Thread and tape along the broken spine Every patch still holds a piece together Every crooked seam remembers mine [Pre-Chorus] The fire lifts its copper face Across the walls and empty space [Chorus] I came here looking for a quiet answer But somebody was waiting in the chair Black hat, ivory seat, eyes like a warning Zabulon was already there I ask, “Couldn’t sleep?” and cross the room slowly Take the small couch beside his own The rebels could never fit these walls together Still somehow this feels like home [Verse 2] Small couches gathered close around the table Not enough room for an army to stand A tiny cup-marked table in the center An ivory chair beneath his hand The fire keeps talking in the grate behind us Oak holds every word we leave unsaid He turns the brim of that black hat downward Like he knows the page inside my head [Pre-Chorus] The stitched-up book rests on my knees The flames lean closer when he breathes [Chorus] I came here looking for a quiet answer But somebody was waiting in the chair Black hat, ivory seat, eyes like a warning Zabulon was already there I ask, “Couldn’t sleep?” and cross the room slowly Take the small couch beside his own The rebels could never fit these walls together Still somehow this feels like home [Bridge] No army could crowd through this doorway No banner could rise beneath this roof But one man in a borrowed silence Can make a little room tell the truth He says nothing, and the pages tremble The fire stains the ceiling red I came to read what had been repaired Now I’m reading what he hasn’t said [Final Chorus] I came here looking for a quiet answer But somebody was waiting in the chair Black hat, ivory seat, eyes like a warning Zabulon was already there I ask, “Couldn’t sleep?” and cross the room slowly Take the small couch beside his own The rebels could never fit these walls together Still somehow this feels like home [Outro] Past midnight, the fire is burning Oak walls keep the secret close The Book of Truth lies patched and open And he knows the page I chose
