Track Insight / Lyrics
The phone is warm against your palm
One name is glowing, growing calm
You swipe the glass and softly say
Not tonight, old voice, slide away
You found a voicemail from last March
His laughter caught beneath your heart
You hold it close, then choose delete
And dust drifts from your fingertips so neat
A loquat leaf had curled and dried
The message waited, patient by your side
You press the trunk beside the hall
A voicemail trembles through the wall
Your thumb says go, your chest says wait
The porch clock ticks beyond the gate
The ipomoea climbs the fence
Holding words you kept inside your sense
Her sleepy voice says, Call me soon
A Sunday glow across the moon
You gather what your shoulders can
And file the silence where it began
The basil bends beneath the heat
Your hand remembers every word, complete
You clear a space beside the thyme
A yellow moon is keeping time
The box is full of dated sound
But roots can loosen what the ground has bound
You listen once, then let it go
A little lighter, moving slow
Delete the voice, let silence grow
Watch the old words fade and flow
Keep the ache, release the sound
There is room in what is found
Delete, delete, the night runs deep
Leave the quiet, take the leap
Delete the voice, let silence grow
Watch the old words fade and flow
Keep the ache, release the sound
There is room in what is found
Delete, delete, the streetlights bend
Make new space and turn, my friend
One by one, the inbox pales
Dusty hours loosen from your laces
Noah built this path you cannot cross
Love remains, though every voice is lost
You find a seed beneath the stone
A future waiting, fully grown
You clear a space beside the sage
The porch light settles on the page
A road ahead is wet and blue
And still the stubborn roots push through
The cedar hums beneath the dawn
A blank page waits where you have drawn
Delete the voice, let silence grow
Watch the old words fade and flow
Keep the ache, release the sound
There is room in what is found
Delete, delete, the whole world bends
Keep your heartbeat, make amends
Delete, delete, the old road ends
Take your hand, my friend, take your hand
The phone is cool against your palm
The porch is bright, the night goes calm
A little room, a little air
A living root, a light to bear
The old words fade, the new soil starts
You move alone, with your own heart
