Original lyric sketch · Fictional voice · Lyrics only · Words that carry their weight
Verse
A pencil on the table,
a window holding light;
I wrote down the buried request
and let the words sit overnight.
Refrain
Give the little word a thing it can hold.
Let the room keep breathing.
Let the words arrive.
Leave a little space for what is still alive.
Original spoken-word lyric sketch in the Words that carry their weight cycle. The refrain is shared by the ten pieces in this cycle. No audio recording accompanies this piece.