
Song Description
The trial’s done. He’s where he belongs. She’s finished what she started. Now comes the quiet part. The part left after.
Ethel's name is still in the headlines. Her face is still tied to his. Work’s meant to follow study, but nothing lands. Maybe that’s coincidence, maybe not.
The song is about what remains when one dramatic story ends and movement is all that’s left. Ethel doesn't want to be turned into his echo or his correction.
Lyrics
They gave him a room with a lock and steel
Gave me a road with no fixed wheels
He's got a bed four walls a name
I've got streetlights that forget the same
He counts his days in rising dust
I count my steps past places I trust
He's got a view that never shifts
I trade mine every time I cross borders
Don't hang your hopes on some slow star
Don't carve my name where your heroes are
I'm no sparrow caught mid-flight
I break clean I hold no light
They said I wore the noise too thin
Took no trophies took no spin
But I just needed ground that stayed
Not walls that begged to be repaid
I don't trace maps I crack the floor
I don't weave back I mark the door
If it hollows I let it through
If it stumbles I don't undo
Don't hang your hopes on some slow star
Don't carve my name where your heroes are
I'm no sparrow caught mid-flight
I break clean I hold no light
They said I wore the noise too thin
Took no trophies took no spin
But I just needed ground that stayed
Not walls that begged to be repaid
I don't trace maps I crack the floor
I don't weave back I mark the door
If it hollows I let it through
If it stumbles I don't undo
Don't hang your hopes on some slow star
Don't carve my name where your heroes are
I'm no sparrow caught mid-flight
I break clean I hold no light
If I look slow I'm counting cracks
If I sound gone I'm marking tracks
Every tilt each hollow thread
Where old maps call the living dead
So I fixed the wire not the frame
Moved the mark where no hands claim
Stacked their wrecks outside the night
So no one else rewrites that fight
I don't wear grief like soft designs
I ride the noise and call the signs
And when it hums when it cuts clean
I keep the thread outside unseen
And when it hums when it cuts clean
I keep the thread outside unseen