Lyrics
Eleven short lyric sheets from A Map of Small Lights. The writing stays spare on purpose: doors, rain, receivers, road light, and the small pressure of leaving.
A locked-room pulse for departures that do not announce themselves gently.
Verse
No soft exit
No clean line
The room goes quiet
At the same time
Chorus
Hold the door
Hold the light
I go missing
In plain sight
Verse
Keys on metal
Rain on wire
One more minute
Then the fire
A sharper movement in the record, built from rails, pressure, and held breath.
Verse
Transit teeth
In the wall
Chew the minutes
Make them small
Chorus
Take me under
Take me through
All this motion
Looks like you
Verse
Ticket folded
Name erased
I keep moving
From the place
A compact night track, all hinges, tiled corridors, and borrowed electricity.
Verse
Blue service door
Back of the floor
Nobody sees
What we came for
Chorus
Let me in
Let me out
Keep it low
Kill the doubt
Verse
Light in boxes
Dust in chrome
I was near you
Far from home
A slower pressure system in the album sequence, dim and close to the skin.
Verse
Low ceiling weather
On my tongue
Every answer
Comes undone
Chorus
Stay down
Stay near
The rain knows
Why we are here
Verse
Window sweating
Lamp gone pale
I read your name
In the rail
A roadward lift before the first side narrows into concrete and echo.
Verse
Borrowed car
Stereo low
Your street fades
In the glow
Chorus
Drive until
The names run out
Turn it up
Then turn around
Verse
Dashboard water
Mile by mile
I remember
Half your smile
Side A closes in vertical space, with voices climbing through a narrow concrete delay.
Verse
Stairwell frequency
Up the wall
Your name breaks
Then I fall
Chorus
Count the floors
Count the days
All this echo
Learns your shape
Verse
Hand on railing
Light below
I hear static
I let go
Side B opens as a compact night interlock, warm at the center and half-awake at the edges.
Verse
Small hours union
Hands in blue
Nothing official
Nothing new
Chorus
Meet me there
Past the noise
No more names
Only voice
Verse
Streetlight flicker
Kitchen glow
We were quiet
So it showed
A crooked dance track with a low ceiling, bright edges, and a bargain-bin moon.
Verse
Cut-rate moon
Over the yard
Cheap white halo
Falling hard
Chorus
Don't look up
Don't look back
Silver bends
Over black
Verse
Coins in water
Hands in coats
I keep hearing
What you wrote
The album's late center of gravity: intimate signal, wet pavement, and a held tone.
Verse
Receiver warm
After the tone
I keep holding
What is gone
Chorus
Say it once
Say it low
The line is open
Let it go
Verse
Rain on plastic
Light on wire
Your last silence
Still has fire
A long final turn before the closer, built around reflection, water, and release.
Verse
Exit in the glass
Left of the frame
I see a door
I see your name
Chorus
Let me pass
Through the shine
All this dark
Was never mine
Verse
Face in water
Lights behind
One clear opening
Out of time
The closing track leaves the map behind and lets the remaining light settle.
Verse
After the turn
Nothing is loud
The road opens
Under cloud
Chorus
Small lights stay
Far behind
I keep one
For the ride
Verse
No more signal
No more sign
Just the water
Just the line