Lyric

Lights low low like steady breath

Two chairs alive inside the chest

Windows frame a peeled out scene

We keep small talk like gasoline

Hands map corners where the silence lives

We learn to give and quietly forgive

In room two we keep the measurements slow

Counting minutes like an echo

Pull your coat back from the cold

This closeness trades in careful gold

Soft clicks mark the passing air

Two hearts sync in measured care

Shadows curl where light grows thin

We let the quiet pull us in

The kettle speaks in single tones

We bring in clocks but leave the phones

Books on the shelf keep polite lies

But when you look my armor dies

A pause becomes a fuller room

We gather light from one small moon

In room two we keep the measurements slow

Counting minutes like an echo

Pull your coat back from the cold

This closeness trades in careful gold

A cappella line, words bare and near

Soft rhythms pulse like clocks we hear

Breath and murmur weave the space

Time slows down its frantic pace

Small lines of sound hold what we feel

In room two everything is real

A single pad hums beneath the night

Soft light fades as doors close out of sight