The story
A promise sits where the ring should live.
He watches the empty ring finger and feels the weight of what is missing more than what is worn. The house holds its silence, and every ordinary thing around him keeps pointing back to the promise that is gone. He stands there with nothing left to hide behind but the space on his hand.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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