Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Questions that open doors
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the impossible forecast
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
A question leaves its lantern by the door.
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 Questions that open doors cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.