[Intro: interlocking clean guitar and piano, steady low pulse] [Verse 1] [Male Baritone, close and restrained] I come back with the folded page And ease the latch into its place The fire has settled in the grate A little warmth against my face I found a way to say it plain Then heard how strange it sounded there The answer came before the end And left my meaning in the air [Pre-Chorus] [Male Baritone, intensity rising] I turn it over once again I try a word I haven't tried How do I give a thing a shape That someone else can step inside? [Chorus] [Male Baritone, weighty sustained melody] What the words won't carry I keep bringing home With a voice worn thin from trying To make the meaning known I can lay the pages open I can draw the lines again But the words come back without it And I don't know where to begin [Instrumental: insistent guitar figure, bass and drums moving forward] [Verse 2] [Male Baritone] I took the names out of the lines And started where the road was shared I changed the image, slowed the pace And tried to hear what they had heard A silence settled after that I watched the daylight cross the floor The question I had brought with me Was still beside me at the door [Pre-Chorus] [Male Baritone] I know what it has meant to me The hours it took to find its shape I reach for something I can give And feel it thinning on the page [Chorus] [Male Baritone, heavier guitars beneath] What the words won't carry I keep bringing home With a voice worn thin from trying To make the meaning known I can lay the pages open I can draw the lines again But the words come back without it And I don't know where to begin [Bridge: drums fall back, guitar figure continues] [Male Baritone, nearly spoken] Tell me where the meaning breaks I will start again Tonight the words are heavy Let me set them down [Instrumental: controlled metal surge, brief tremolo swell] [Female wordless backing beneath the guitars] [Final Chorus] [Male Baritone, raw and clear] What the words won't carry I keep bringing home With a voice worn thin from trying To make the meaning known I can lay the pages open I can draw the lines again But the words come back without it And I don't know where to begin [Outro: drums recede, original guitar figure returns] [Male Baritone, close] The page stays open The room is still I have more to say Than I can give [Female wordless harmony fades behind the male voice] [Unresolved guitar decay]
