Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · A collection worth returning to
Verse
I left a little space
beside the crowded front door.
The room had other answers;
I waited for this one.
Refrain
There is another page, but this one has a place to rest.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the A collection worth returning to cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.