[Intro] [Saxophone moans, soft piano chords, brushes glide] [Verse 1] We shared a table Same chipped cup, same late nights You traced your name In a ring of cheap red wine I laughed too loud So I wouldn’t say your eyes Looked like home Looked like mine [Chorus] Quiet rooms, loud hearts Two ghosts at the edge of a spark You looked down, I looked away Let another small forever drift apart Quiet rooms, loud hearts Every almost tearing us in half We talked about the weather Never what we really had [Verse 2] You fixed my collar Before I hit the stage Said, “Don’t get nervous” But your hands, they shook the same I sang of strangers Losing love they never tried You clapped along Didn’t see your own sad life [Chorus] Quiet rooms, loud hearts Two ghosts at the edge of a spark You looked down, I looked away Let another small forever drift apart Quiet rooms, loud hearts Every almost tearing us in half We talked about the weather Never what we really had [Bridge] Years rolled on Like smoke across this bar You moved out, I moved on But never very far Sometimes I swear In the corner of my ear I hear you say my name Like you’re still sitting here (oh) [Mid-Solo] [Saxophone takes the melody, bending into blue notes; backup singers hum soft chords beneath] [Verse 3] Saw your picture On a screen I couldn’t touch You in white Someone else’s gentle trust I raised a glass To a love I never kissed To every almost Every word we somehow missed [Chorus] Quiet rooms, loud hearts Two ghosts at the edge of a spark You looked down, I looked away Let another small forever drift apart Quiet rooms, loud hearts Every joke we used to mask the cracks We talked about the weather Never dared to turn back [Outro] [Saxophone cries over fading chords, backup singers humming “quiet rooms, loud hearts” to a whisper]

jazz, Smoky jazz blues ballad with male vocals, slow swing groove. Sorrowful solo saxophone opens, weaves between vocal phrases, and closes the track. Rich piano voicings, upright bass walking gently, brushed snare and ride cymbal. Soulful backup singers bloom on the choruses in tight harmony, answering the lead with call-and-response sighs. Dynamics swell in the middle sax solo, then fall to an intimate whisper for the final verse and outro., jazz blues, rich, harmony, soulful

Quiet Rooms, Loud Hearts