Kardashev
A Frame. A Light.
[Instrumental Intro]

Breath held by the door on damp-dust window sills
Be awake, no, I can’t, I can
The silence tells the truth, why did I wait?
Be awake, no, I can’t, I can

Grey from cinder
Kiln words in the fire
Grey from cinder
Kiln words in the fire
Alone

[Instrumental Interlude]

Across from me, an empty frame
But light against the wall
Your light against the wall
Come home to me, come home to me
Your light against the wall
Your light against the wall

So long ago
So long ago
So long ago (Come home to me, come home to me)
So long ago (Come home to me, come home to me)
Behind me
Behind me

[Instrumental Fade-Out]