Elevation View

[Verse 1]
From my pane on the twenty-first floor, I watch the salt trucks on I-75.
You left for work at seven-oh-four, he came back with someone else inside.
I held the condensation from your breath, a temporary ghost on glass.
He drew a heart right where you left your head, a fracture meant to last.

[Chorus]
This is the elevation view of a clean break.
The blueprint shows the stress load that the truth makes.
It's a hollow kind of quiet, a victory so cold.
The story that you had to let me see, now told.

[Verse 2]
That Tuesday in November, I watched your fingers shake.
The phone lit up your face, the one call you had to make.
You rehearsed it to your reflection, a whisper-thin design,
"'There's something that you need to know.' God, what a terrible line."

[Bridge]
(Percussion and Vocal Only)
Tap. The screen.
Send. The scene.
Read. The space.
Gone. No trace.

[Chorus]
This is the elevation view of a clean break.
The blueprint shows the stress load that the truth makes.
It's a hollow kind of quiet, a victory so cold.
The story that you had to let me see, now told.

[Outro]
Just the negative space on the leather couch now.
And the winter light on Jefferson Avenue.