Lyric

The window sticks, I push it wide

Hot air comes in like borrowed grace

My plans are still a tangled line

But rhythm finds a little space

Open the glass and let the daylight hit

Let the small speakers color up the room

No rescue comes, no clean new start

Still, my body finds a brighter mood

I leave the bad news on the chair

Let dust and heat blur every edge

My shadow room

Sways against the wall

Like it forgot what I regret

Maybe tomorrow brings it all back

Maybe night remembers my name

I touch the volume with one hand

And Turn It Up Anyway

Sun on the doorway, dust in the sound

Warm bass carries what I cannot name

The answer can wait outside the house

For one more song, I stay with the flame