Lyric

I turned the wooden legs around

And let the daylight pass

The room kept moving without me

Behind my quiet back

No one had to leave me

No one had to call

I only needed somewhere

That did not look at all

Let the window keep the weather

Let the street keep walking by

I am not trying to disappear

I just need a softer side

The paint was almost yellow

The silence almost kind

I counted tiny shadows

Till they loosened up my mind

Some days have too many faces

Some rooms ask too much

I put my name down gently

Where nothing has to touch

Let the window keep the weather

Let the street keep walking by

I am not trying to disappear

I just need a softer side

I will turn back later

When the day feels less alive