[Intro – sparse nylon-string guitar, natural room sound] [Verse 1] The chair beside the window Is mostly just a shape Your sweater on the back of it Has lost its sleeves and weight A glass beside the bedside Catches half a line Of something from the street below Then gives it back to night [Instrumental – guitar] [Verse 2] The ceiling looks much farther Than it did an hour ago The corners have gone missing Where exactly, no one knows A book becomes a rectangle A shoe becomes a pair Of little bits of darkness That happen to be there [Instrumental – guitar, soft resonant percussion] [Verse 3] Nothing has been taken Nothing rearranged The room is still the room you know It only lost its names And you can do the same now For an hour, maybe more No title and no reason No one keeping score [Instrumental – long, sparse guitar passage] [Verse 4] The blanket has no questions The pillow has no plan The night has made things simple As simple as it can A chair, a book, a window A body getting warm Things don't need explaining To be exactly where they are [Outro – almost spoken] Just shapes Just sounds Then less of those [long guitar outro]
