The Counterword

*Lyrics - 2026-08-16 study. D major, ~112 BPM driving-but-held, art-chamber-folk with a driving pulse.*

Verse 1

No trees here - that's the point of the place the flat ground holds the shape of nothing the sky is one held note the kettle boils and goes silent the clock keeps the wrong hour and nobody corrects it that's what shelter is: the roof over the mouth

Verse 2

Your lungs unravel so your language unravels I gathered the threads you let go the boats in the basin the ball by the door the gear that nobody knows

Chorus

The word cuts the string and the room comes back to sing The word cuts the string and the room comes back to sing

Turn

The machine was mid-sentence it had almost finished you I spoke your name it cost the first finger the rest of me stayed

Chorus

The room comes back to sing the word cuts the string the word - the word - the room comes back

Outro

The name is in the room the way light is changed, and here and not going anywhere