Lyric

You left your coat beside the chair

A folded map still breathing there

The room held on to what you meant

Like every word was permanent

I traced the places we had planned

With coffee cooling in my hand

If you can hear me, turn around

I’m still where we first made that sound

Not asking time to give us back

Just one clear road through all the cracks

If you can hear me, let it be

A little mercy finding me

The afternoon went pale and slow

Dust settled where the windows closed

I found your note beneath the glass

A small goodbye I couldn’t pass

I read it till the paper tore

Then set it gently by the door

If you can hear me, turn around

I’m still where we first made that sound

Not asking time to give us back

Just one clear road through all the cracks

If you can hear me, let it be

A little mercy finding me

Some things don’t end with closing doors

They change the shape of what they’re for

And if tomorrow calls my name

I’ll carry less, but not the flame

If you can hear me, turn around

I’ve learned to stand on steadier ground

Not asking time to give us back

Just one clear road through all the cracks

If you can hear me, let it be

A little mercy finding me

A little mercy finding me

A little room to finally breathe