[Intro — silence, then single acoustic guitar, no rush] Nothing. Just — nothing. For the first time in a long time nothing. ...good morning. [Verse 1 — soft, almost spoken, wondering] Woke up before the alarm Lay there waiting for the weight The familiar morning inventory Of everything wrong Everything owed Everything I should have done Already failing before I'm vertical But it didn't come Just — light through the curtain Coffee smell from somewhere A bird doing its thing outside Completely indifferent to any of this And I just Lay there In the indifference And let it be enough [Verse 2 — slightly fuller, bass entering softly] Didn't check the phone first thing Didn't run the calculations Didn't perform the morning ritual Of deciding who I needed to be today For which room For which face For which version of fine Just sat with the coffee Going cold And didn't apologise for it Didn't apologise for anything Didn't apologise That's new [Pre-Chorus — strings entering, swelling gently] I don't know who I am Without the weight of it Don't know what I look like Without the armour on But I'm looking For the first time Actually looking Without flinching And whoever's there Looking back I think I'd like to know him [Chorus — wide, enormous, restrained joy] This is what after feels like Just a morning Just light on the floor Just the ordinary extraordinary Fact of still being here Unguarded Unarmoured Unfinished And completely Completely Fine Actually fine This time [Verse 3 — intimate, almost a letter to self] I want to tell the version of me That was white knuckling it On some Tuesday morning Three years ago Five years ago Whenever it was I want to tell him It gets quiet Not fixed Not solved Not tied up neat Just — quiet And the quiet Isn't empty The way you think it will be When you're terrified of it The quiet is just Room Finally Room [Pre-Chorus 2 — spoken softly over strings] I burned the garden down. I laughed in the spiral. I heard myself finally. I came up for air. And here I am. Just — here. That's enough. That's actually enough. [Chorus] [Bridge — full orchestral, no guitars, vast and still] I'm not the weight anymore I'm not the performance I'm not the careful architecture Of a man afraid to crack I'm not the garden Or the ash Or the spiral Or the pressure I'm just the man Who made it to the morning Drinking cold coffee Listening to a bird That doesn't know my name And doesn't need to This. Just this. [Final Chorus — full band entering gradually, building to something enormous then pulling back to almost nothing at the end] This is what after feels like Just a morning Just light on the floor Just the ordinary extraordinary Fact of still being here Unguarded Unarmoured Unfinished And the coffee's gone cold And I don't mind And the bird's still going And I don't mind And there's nothing to dread And I don't mind And I don't Mind [Outro — single acoustic guitar, the album breathing out] Same window. Same light. Different man. Good morning.
