[Intro – low, close] Not that wall. The other wall. [Static] [Verse] You took your names and took your plans, moved the line where the building stands. Closed the passage. Changed the floor. Funny thing— you missed the room. [Verse] Air comes in. It always did. Under the sill, under the lid. Roots went bitter. Leaves went dry. Dust learned how to multiply. And I— I waited. [Chorus] Strike the match. Let it flare. Hold it high. There's something here that knows you're there. One small flame. One long breath. Walls remember what you forget. Don't ask yet what you've found. Listen. The room is listening too. [Break – upright bass, brushed drums, sparse piano] [Verse] Little feet across the boards. Candlelight looking for doors. Someone whispers, "Air gets in." Yes. It does. It always has. [Verse] Hands once worked where you now stand. Leaf and root from hand to hand. Bark was ground. Glass was filled. Bodies learned what bodies will. Long before somebody came and gave permission knowledge a name. [Instrumental – crooked cabaret pulse, cello beneath] [Bridge – quieter] Hear the wick. Hear the wood. Hear the building settle. You came looking for something lost. I was never gone. [Pause] [Final – gradually opening] Lift the candle. Higher. Higher. Let the shadows climb the wall. You've crossed the line that isn't there. You've found the room that wasn't there. Don't speak. Just look. [Drop to bass and cello] There.
