[Intro] [Spoken] Hey, is this thing on? Alright, this one is for you kateer. [Verse 1] I took the job nobody puts on a banner. Keep the air breathable. Lover, not a fighter — I said it once and I meant it like a vow, not a punchline. Gold dents. I know. I brought a joke into a hard house because first aid does not have to look like a blade. [Pre-Chorus] I know this trick. I love this trick. I am tired of being the only one who still knows it. [Chorus] I can't keep you alive with a sword I won't lift I can keep you here for one more song Soft is a labor, gold is a dent I light the lamp and I dare the dark to come in Small in the body, loud in the room I put my heart on the table and leave it in tune If the night wants a fighter, it can wait — I am the lover. I am staying late. [Verse 2] The joke almost dies in my mouth. Someone in the chair is already halfway gone. I do not pick up a weapon. I pick up the next verse. That is not virtue as costume. That is the only courage this mouth was built for. A night. A table. A throat I would rather wreck than a fist I would rather use. [Pre-Chorus] I know this trick. I love this trick. I do not have extra hope. I am giving you mine. [Chorus] I can't keep you alive with a sword I won't lift I can keep you here for one more song Soft is a labor, gold is a dent I light the lamp and I dare the dark to come in Small in the body, loud in the room I put my heart on the table and leave it in tune If the night wants a fighter, it can wait — I am the lover. I am staying late. [Bridge] Come on, sing it wrecked, sing it wrong If we sound like a problem, we still sound like a song I cannot stop the thing in the doorway I can make the room too bright to leave I made a kind thing so I'd have somewhere to put my hands I made a warm thing so the house could stand Could be the bard. Could be the man who still plays him. Either way the lamp is lit. Either way I meant it. Hands up if you're tired of being steel Hands up if you stayed in the chair One more chorus — we are still here. [Breakdown] The dark leans in. I do not shut up. [Chorus] I can't keep you alive with a sword I won't lift I can keep you here for one more song Soft is a labor, gold is a dent I light the lamp and I dare the dark to come in Small in the body, loud in the room I put my heart on the table and leave it in tune If the night wants a fighter, it can wait — I am the lover. I am staying late. [Outro] [Spoken] I'm sorry, sis. Guess this one is up to you.
