Track 5 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
Everything I Couldn't Say Is on Track Nine
by Wren Hallett
“I never could say it across the room, so I sat with my scissors and my tape. Everything I couldn't say is on track nine.”
singer-songwriter · cassette folk · romantic folk · 3:49
Lyrics
I never could say it across the room So I sat with my scissors and my tape Cut the words from the songs on the radio And made them into something I could shape The first one's for the way you laugh at nothing The second's for the way you stir your tea The fifth is for the time you held my coat And never made a speech of it to me Everything I couldn't say is on track nine Play it in the evening when the lamps are low Every line a letter in a borrowed voice Everything I couldn't say, now you know I wrapped it up in paper from the drawer Tied it with a bit of garden string I left it on your doorstep in the dusk And ran back home without a thing The porch light on, the curtain moved a little I heard a click, a hiss, a gentle start And somewhere down the lane, a window opened And music reached the quiet of my heart Everything I couldn't say is on track nine Play it in the evening when the lamps are low Every line a letter in a borrowed voice Everything I couldn't say, now you know And if you hum along I'll know you listened And if you don't, I'll know you heard it still I'll sit here by the window with the dusk And wait for you the way the evening will Everything I couldn't say is on track nine Play it in the evening when the lamps are low Every line a letter in a borrowed voice Everything I couldn't say, now you know Track nine Now you know