**Verse 1**
I found a blue door underneath the weather,
with no handle, no hinges, no yesterday.
A clock grew feathers beside the river,
then flew backward just to watch me stay.
There was a man made out of midnight,
wearing a constellation on his sleeve.
He said, *“Don't follow every signal—
some are meant to make you believe.”*
**Chorus**
So I left three lights in the window,
one for the lost, two for the strange,
and drew a circle around the silence
just to see if the stars would change.
If you know the road I'm describing,
you'll know why I never say where—
somewhere between the static and starlight,
someone is already there.
**Verse 2**
A golden thread crossed seven shadows,
then disappeared beneath my skin.
I heard the ocean speaking backwards,
but couldn't tell where it began.
A paper moon began to tremble,
a red bird counted down from nine.
I asked the dark what it remembered.
The dark replied, *“You already know the sign.”*
**Chorus**
So I left three lights in the window,
one for the lost, two for the strange,
and drew a circle around the silence
just to see if the stars would change.
If you know the road I'm describing,
you'll know why I never say where—
somewhere between the static and starlight,
someone is already there.
**Bridge**
Don't knock twice.
Don't call my name.
Don't bring the map you came with.
Bring only what survived the flame.
If the room turns silver,
if the ceiling becomes a sea,
if the impossible starts looking
suspiciously like me—
then laugh.
Then listen.
Then leave the door unlocked.
**Final Chorus**
Three lights in the window,
one star refusing to fade,
a little bit of thunder
inside the promises we made.
If the world asks for an answer,
let the silence answer instead—
somewhere between the signal and dreaming,
the living keep talking to the dead.
**Outro**
Blue door.
Gold thread.
Nine birds.
Still here.
And somewhere,
someone is smiling.