Track 11 of the album The Kitchen Radio Knows All the Words · 2022
The Reply I Never Sent
“Three years in the drafts folder, one line of grey. The quietest ending I could give the kitchen.”
art song · art song · piano ballad · 4:08
Lyrics
Three years in the drafts folder, a single line of grey Your name above the cursor, and nothing more to say I wrote it in a hurry, then I wrote it with care Then I let the evening swallow it and left it waiting there The kettle clicks and settles, the rain is on the sill I read your last words slowly, and they are speaking still You asked if I was happy, you asked if I was well And I have held the answer like a secret in a shell Is it too late to say hello Is it too late to try The reply I never sent Still glows beneath the sky If a second chance is a window Then I will lift the latch tonight The reply I never sent Is learning how to write I deleted all the clever lines, the careful, guarded phrase I wrote the plain and honest thing, the thing I meant for days I miss the way you laughed, I miss the way you stayed I'm sorry for the silence that the years have made Is it too late to say hello Is it too late to try The reply I never sent Still glows beneath the sky If a second chance is a window Then I will lift the latch tonight The reply I never sent Is learning how to write One small tap, one quiet breath One door that was never locked Whatever comes of it, it's true And truth is worth the knock Is it too late to say hello Is it too late to try The reply I never sent Still glows beneath the sky If a second chance is a window Then I will lift the latch tonight The reply I never sent Is finally set to write Hello Hello, it's me