Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Digital things that explain themselves
Verse
No bell above the doorway,
no grand and final sign;
only the unnamed download
and a margin left in time.
Refrain
Name the small door before asking me to enter.
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 Digital things that explain themselves cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.