Lyric

Jacket on the chair

Makeup on the sink

Noise still in the walls

Then I start to think

Mirror in the dark

Breathing in the hush

No one left to charm

No one left to touch

When the room goes still

What is left of me

When the room goes still

When the crowd is gone

I can hear my name

Without the borrowed shine

Asking for a place

Every smile I wore

Still hangs in the air

Every line I gave

Led me standing here

Bright enough for them

Strong enough to play

But the darker side

Never went away

If I let it fall

Would I fade or stay

When the room goes still

When the crowd is gone

I can hear my name

Without the borrowed shine

Asking for a place

No more looking tall

No more holding shape

Let the silence see

What I could not say

When the room goes still

I am still alive

More than what I gave

More than what survived

All the borrowed shine

All the practiced grace

Just a quiet heart

Finding its own place

Just my breath

Just my name