[Spoken Intro, dry vocal, no reverb] I keep walking past my own street. Just to have a reason to keep moving. Just to have somewhere to put my hands. [Verse 1, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sparse piano] There's a version of me that still believes in things He's getting harder to find these days I count the years like a debt I stopped tracking Somewhere between the rent and the silence you left behind Grown men aren't supposed to talk like this So I don't, mostly, except right now [Pre-Chorus, bass creeping in, muted Afropop pulse] I ask God the same question every night Get the same silence back, dressed different each time And I don't know if that's faith Or just me talking to a dark room [Chorus, deep house pad swells, hypnotic low-end] Hold me like the light's still on Hold me like the door's not locked from the inside I'm not asking you to stay I'm asking you to not lie about leaving Nocturnal, hollow, wide awake Praying to whoever's listening tonight [Instrumental Break — sparse piano motif, UK garage hats fade in low, no drop] [Verse 2, cloud rap-tinged low vocal, more spoken than sung] Streetlights doing that flicker thing Like they're deciding something about me I walk past the church on the corner Lights off, door locked, same as every night this year Funny how a building can go quiet And you still feel judged by it [Pre-Chorus, bass and guitar interlock] I ask myself the same question every night Get the same silence back, dressed different each time And I don't know if that's peace Or just me getting used to the room [Chorus, fuller Afropop groove under deep house atmosphere] Hold me like the light's still on Hold me like the door's not locked from the inside I'm not asking you to stay I'm asking you to not lie about leaving Nocturnal, hollow, wide awake Praying to whoever's listening tonight [Bridge, stripped to piano and voice only] Maybe the debt stays owed Maybe the years keep counting Maybe that's just what loving something looks like After the leaving part is done — Not fixed. Just carried. [Final Chorus, full production, restrained — no peak-time lift, just weight] Hold me like the light's still on Hold me like the door's not locked from the inside I'm not asking you to stay I'm asking you to not lie about leaving Nocturnal, hollow, wide awake Praying to whoever's listening tonight [Spoken Outro, vocal alone, production falls away] I stopped waiting for an answer eventually. Didn't stop asking. Just needed the room to stop feeling so empty.
