The Room and the Guest

Family memory

Sacred hospitality — the room, the guest, and the tempo that untethers.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Nihon bleeding through the blinds tonight
Translucent shadow sitting in the light
Translucent figure on the bed I share
Talking to the static in the empty air
Frequencies are crossing on the floor
I don't need to listen anymore anymore
I don't need to listen to the ghost on the bed
The constant chatter of the things you said
Just staring at the glass, I see the truth
The observer wasn't buried with my youth
You're the guest, I'm finally putting all the noise to rest
Putting all the noise to rest
I'm stepping back to the seat of the observer now
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Watching all the neon patterns in my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I am not the voice, I am not the ghost
I'm the one who loves the silence most
Refraction through the window pane
Looking at the ghost of all my pain
You're just a habit of flickering light
You're losing power in the urban night
You're losing power in the urban night
A smirking image in the silver plate
Deciding now much in the silver plate
Deciding now to clear the mental slate
Staring at the glass, I see the truth
The observer wasn't buried with my youth
You're the guest, I'm finally putting all the noise to rest
Putting all the noise to rest
I'm stepping back to the seat of the observer now
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Watching all the neon patterns in my head
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I am not the voice, I am not the ghost
I'm the one who loves the silence most
Just a guest, just a ghost