[Verse 1 — clean guitar, soft drums; intimate low register] The fridge comes on at 3 a.m. And fills the hall with borrowed wind I count the cracks above the bed Then lose my place and start again [Pre-chorus — barely above a murmur] The street can wait The street can wait [Chorus — restrained, almost a request] Keep the lights off for me I can find the kitchen door I don't need the morning yet Keep the lights off for me [Verse 2 — close-mic; bass answers the vocal] An engine rolls across the bridge The ceiling carries every turn I set a glass beside the sink And watch the water catch the blur [Pre-chorus — same melody, a little more breath] The street can wait The street can wait [Chorus — still small; resist the big guitars] Keep the lights off for me I can find the kitchen door I don't need the morning yet Keep the lights off for me [Bridge — drums fall away; voice in the room] I don't mind being awake When nothing asks me where I've been The blue begins behind the blinds I let a little of it in [Final chorus — first full-band swell, then gently release] Keep the lights off for me I can find the kitchen door I don't need the morning yet Keep the lights off for me Keep the lights off for me
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