[Intro] [Window latch. Bare, dissonant tremolo guitar. No drums. Low female voice, close and nearly spoken.] I heard your nails against the glass. I waited for the second tap. [Verse 1] [Thin guitar repeats an uneasy figure. Bass enters on a different note beneath it.] You come when all the neighbors sleep, With rain caught in your tangled hair. You stand beneath the porch light Like you’re deciding whether I’m there. I put the kettle on for show. You never touch the cup. Your eyes move to the open pane— [Dry black metal rasp.] Come up. [Pre-Chorus] [Drums enter abruptly; guitar notes clash rather than resolve.] There’s a mark beneath my collar I can cover in the day. You ask if you should leave me. [Harsh vocal.] I move my hand away. [Chorus] [Low, repetitive vocal. No soaring melody. Tremolo guitars widen; brief blast beats cut in and out.] Leave the window open. Let the cold come through. I know what you came here wanting. [Harsh answer.] I’ve been wanting you. Take a little more tonight Than either of us should. [Both voices, low clean and harsh.] Leave the window open. You know I would. [Verse 2] [Drums vanish. One scraping guitar note rings behind the vocal; sparse cello enters.] I miss the morning train again. My coffee cools beside the sink. I hear your voice in running water; I turn it off before I think. My friends say I look tired. I tell them work’s been hard. At dusk I clear the windowsill— [Harsh, close.] And sweep away the shards. [Pre-Chorus] [The original guitar figure returns, faster and more dissonant.] You find the latch already lifted. Your hand rests on the frame. You ask me one more time to stop. [Harsh vocal, held over silence.] I say your name. [Chorus] [Return to the low incantation; raw drums and cold guitars, no added harmony.] Leave the window open. Let the cold come through. I know what you came here wanting. [Harsh answer.] I’ve been wanting you. Take a little more tonight Than either of us should. [Both voices.] Leave the window open. You know I would. [Bridge] [Four bars of bass and bowed cello. Guitar reenters with a high, dissonant tremolo line.] [Clean, close.] Last night you stood outside till dawn. You thought I couldn’t see. Your hands were shaking on the sill— [Full black metal rasp; brief blast-beat eruption.] You’re hungry. So am I. [Clean.] I pulled the curtains wide And watched you turn away. [Harsh.] I called you back into the room. I asked you to stay. [Instrumental Break] [Four bars. Cello holds one low note while two tremolo guitar lines grind against each other. Sudden stop.] [Final Chorus] [First two lines almost whispered over bass alone. Guitars and harsh vocal enter on line three.] Leave the window open. Let the whole night through. [Harsh.] I know what it will make of me. [Low clean.] I’m still calling you. Take my hand before the morning; Tell me if you can. [Harsh, with no clean harmony.] Leave the window open. Come in while I still am. [Outro] [Drums stop. Return to the bare opening guitar figure.] The kettle’s cold. The sky is pale. Your hand is resting on the sill. I hear the first train leave the station. I leave the window open still. [Instrumental Outro] [Four bars. Guitar figure slows and stops unresolved; a low cello note ends abruptly.] [END]
