[raw torn male vocal, hoarse, close mic, almost dry, clear diction, short phrases with silence between] [Intro — no music. NOT SUNG.] [sleepy woman's voice, muffled through a closed bedroom door] Babe? You comin' to bed? [spoken, flat, close to the mic] Yeah. In a minute. [silence. one exhale] [piano alone: falling motif 5 – 4 – b3 – 1, complete] [Verse 1 — piano plays the motif between lines, almost spoken] Your phone lit up at two. Name I didn't know. Miss you. Little heart. Heart I used to own. [Pre-Chorus — motif out, held down in the chest, throat tight] Didn't yell. Didn't leave. Didn't ask you who. Slept right next to you — like I never knew. [PAUSE — one full beat, total silence] [Chorus — strings enter soft, no drums] [voice tears open on the held notes] Sorry I went quiet. Sorry I'm so far. One door. That's all — still don't know where you are. Never stopped lovin' you. Never. I swear. Hand's on the door. Just can't get there. [Verse 2 — strings out, bare piano, motif between lines, voice worn] Checked your location — wasn't at home. Two sugars in your coffee. Act like I don't know. [Pre-Chorus — shorter, motif out] Slept right next to you — like I never knew. [PAUSE — one full beat] [Chorus] [voice more torn, breaking open] Sorry I went quiet. Sorry I'm so far. One door. That's all — still don't know where you are. Never stopped lovin' you. Never. I swear. Hand's on the door. Just can't get there. [Bridge — one piano note, voice alone] [spoken] Don't say his name. [spoken] Don't say sorry. [sung, crying] Let me sit here with it. Only thing that's mine. [PAUSE — one full beat] [Final Chorus — faint heartbeat kick far back, strings play the motif an octave up] [voice shredded, cracking on every high note] Sorry I went quiet. Sorry I'm so far. One door. That's all — and I know where you are. Never stopped lovin' you. Never. I swear. Hand's on the door. Just can't get there. [Outro — everything stops. One piano chord. Whispered.] You sleep fine. I'm still here. Did you ever know me? [sleepy woman's voice, muffled through the door] Babe? You comin'? [spoken, flat] In a minute. [piano: motif 5 – 4 – b3 — and stops. The last note never comes.]
