Author’s lyrics from the final package. Audio comparison follows upload.
A file can lose a woman.
A map can lose a road.
A screen can turn a living face
into an empty code.
But absence has an author.
A lie still leaves a mark.
The hand that tries to hide a name
leaves evidence in black.
The border knew her face.
A stranger made a choice.
And what survived the closing line
was one unbroken voice.
No record of her.
But her name survived the wire.
No record of her.
And the ink outlived the screen.
No record of her.
Only one black line remained.
Still you knew her name.
Grey morning on the carriage glass.
The city thinned to blue.
No ticket held the name she wore.
No order made it through.
Behind her, red lamps stayed awake.
Distant rooms held every word.
She watched the last black window pass.
No record followed her.
The border knew her face.
A stranger made a choice.
And what survived the closing line
was one unbroken voice.
No record of her.
But her name survived the wire.
No record of her.
And the ink outlived the screen.
No record of her.
Only one black line remained.
Still you knew her name.
If no file remembers her,
why did every red light burn?
If no record bears her name,
why did every lens still turn?
You can cut the central wire.
You can blacken every screen.
But you cannot call her absent
after naming what you've seen.
No record of her.
But her name survived the wire.
No record of her.
And the ink outlived the screen.
No record of her.
Only one black line remained.
Now the record bears your name.
The record is missing.
The witnesses remain.
No record of her.