[Intro]
[Verse]
The tea has gone cold in the ceramic cup
I’ve stopped trying to pick the conversation up
My throat is a desert of things I won't say
I’m watching the light pull its fingers away
From the cracks in the floor and the dust on the shelf
I’m finally keeping my breath to myself
[Verse]
You’re pacing the hallway, waiting for fire
For a spark or a snap or a tension-wire
But the wood is too damp and the matches are spent
I don’t remember where all the feeling went
It didn’t go out with a bang or a bruise
Just a slow, steady leak in the soul of my shoes
[Chorus]
And I’m trading the heat for the heavy shade
Counting the holes that the talking made
There’s a strange kind of grace in the middle of done
When you’re too tired to fight and too hollow to run
It isn’t a wall, it’s a clearing I’ve found
Where the air doesn’t shake when you’re walking around
[Bridge]
We’ve hollowed the house with the "why" and the "how"
But the silence is better than anything now
It’s a thick, woolen blanket, a shield for the chest
I’m putting the ghosts of our ghosting to rest
I’m not holding a grudge, I’m just holding my peace
Waiting for all of the friction to cease
[Chorus]And I’m trading the heat for the heavy shade
Counting the holes that the talking made
There’s a strange kind of grace in the middle of done
When you’re too tired to fight and too hollow to run
It isn’t a wall, it’s a clearing I’ve found
Where the air doesn’t shake when you’re walking aroundThe kettle is quiet
The shadows are long
I’ve lost the desire to prove you were wrong
Just the sound of the clock
And the latch on the door
I don’t have to speak anymore
No, I don’t have to speak anymore
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