[vocal: Gaelic-lilt female mezzo; pure piercing tone, rolled phrasing, modal turns, grace notes, narrow vibrato, intimate diction]
[Verse 1]
The little fox lay by my side,
One velvet ear forever sighed.
I think the curtains filtered blue—
Or maybe I've invented that part too.
They stood somewhere across the room,
Half-lit in windowlight and gloom.
I said they left without a sound—
Or did I say I turned around?
[Refrain]
So I move the ending once again,
Trade where it breaks for where it bends.
Shift the shadows, tilt the scene—
Does that sound better? More like me?
No? Let me change a thing or two.
Which one would you believe was true?
[Verse 2]
Perhaps they never crossed the room,
Perhaps I placed them in the gloom.
The curtains might have filtered gold—
Or that's another thing I've told.
No—put them blue. It suited more.
And put me farther from the door.
I left before they said goodbye—
Wait. They're the one who left. That's right.
[Refrain 2]
So I move the ending once again,
Trade where it breaks for where it bends.
Shift the shadows, change the view—
Which one sounds more honest to you?
Maybe what I had was closer to true—
Wait—which one did I tell to you?
[Instrumental]
[opening piano figure repeats incorrectly, pauses, then begins again with the original notes]
[Bridge]
Truth never asked to be redrawn,
Yet I've revised it for so long.
I trim a word, replace a line,
Until your picture looks like mine.
Was there a hallway? Put it back.
The window—blue. No, leave it black.
The room can change, the words can slide—
One velvet ear forever sighed.
[Final Refrain]
Should I move the ending once again?
Put back the break instead of bend?
Leave the shadows where they were?
I almost liked the first one more.
Maybe they left. Maybe I lied.
The little fox stayed by my side.
I could put everything back right—
But which one did I tell you first?
[Outro]
[piano begins the original motif, stops midway, restarts with one altered note; no final resolution]