Dead Load Quiet

[Verse 1]
The August sun hits the hardwood on Logan Street.
Your new key sounds different in the lock, it's a higher beat.
I still remember the tensile shriek of the packing tape,
The ghost of your drafting table's geometric shape.

[Chorus]
And the pressure's gone, a perfect transfer.
This is my dead load quiet, the final answer.
The frequency is stable, the system's true.
I was built to hold the weight of you.

[Verse 2]
The radiator hisses a song I haven't heard since June.
You laughed last night, "It feels like a different room."
No more fighting for the outlet by the window frame,
Just the steady hum of a house that forgot the strain.

[Chorus]
And the pressure's gone, a perfect transfer.
This is my dead load quiet, the final answer.
The frequency is stable, the system's true.
I was built to hold the weight of you.

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
And the pressure's gone, a perfect transfer.
This is my dead load quiet, the final answer.
The frequency is stable, the system's true.
I was built to hold the weight of you.

[Outro]
The dust motes dance in a column of west-facing light.
Yeah, the load is balanced right.