The story
Promises keep shifting before they ever land.
She leaves reminders where she can find them, on counters, mirrors, and paper scraps, but he moves through the house as if every note is only decoration. Above them, the sky opens wide and temporary, while below, everything she writes down feels like it can be rubbed away with a thumb. She keeps making lists anyway, hoping one of them will hold.
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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