[Chant (one voice starts, barely audible; others join late, off-beat, never quite together—like memories arriving out of order)] I carry the quiet you left I carry the quiet you left It weighs nothing and everything It weighs nothing and everything The hours fold into that space The hours fold into that space Where your absence keeps breathing Where your absence keeps breathing No door no door no door No door no door no door Only the echo learning your shape Only the echo learning your shape Hold the shape hold the shape Hold the shape hold the shape Until it forgets it was ever empty Until it forgets it was ever empty [loop until it hurts to stop, then loop once more] I carry the quiet you left I carry the quiet you left It weighs nothing and everything It weighs nothing and everything [instrumentals echoing vocals until fade] [drums]
