歌詞

The room was never closed to me

I only let him think it was

A lock can look like loyalty

When no one tests the rust

He kept the hallway quiet

He kept the cabinet clean

But every private corner

Had already made room for me

A drawer beneath the writing desk

A box inside the wall

A little brass confession

Waiting not to fall

The keyhole looked ceremonial

Polished into pride

As if a pretty circle

Could keep a life inside

I never broke the lacquer

I never split the frame

I never forced the silence

To answer to my name

I only knew the pattern

I only knew the shape

Some secrets are not guarded

They are merely kept too late

All Her Keys Were Copies

Cut from what he tried to hide

Every locked room knew her

Before he stepped inside

No broken brass

No splintered frame

No need to force the blame

All Her Keys Were Copies

And every lock answered her name

A wax impression sleeping

Under velvet in a tray

The teeth were filed so neatly

They almost looked ashamed

One for the lower study

One for the narrow stair

One for the little cabinet

He swore was never there

The labels faced the silver

The gloves stayed clean and pale

I turned no key in anger

I only read the scale

The letters he rewrote

The dates he moved aside

The names he left in pencil

Then dressed in cleaner lies

The drawer with no beginning

The box with no return

The room he called unnecessary

The candle left to burn

The alibi in ribbon

The kindness out of place

The careful little absence

That wore another face

Then the final door stood open

Not because I came prepared

But because he built his hiding

Out of things that wanted air

No hinge had been persuaded

No handle had been turned

The room unlocked itself

When it understood what I had learned

All Her Keys Were Copies

Cut from what he tried to hide

Every locked room knew her

Before he stepped inside

No broken brass

No splintered frame

No need to force the blame

All Her Keys Were Copies

And every lock answered her name

All her keys were copies

But none of them were theft

She only held the shape

Of everything he left

No raised voice

No shattered case

No triumph on her face

All Her Keys Were Copies

And every secret lost its place

He still kept his ring of keys

Like he owned the right to leave

I placed mine on the table

And let the house believe