Cracks Beneath Closed Doors

For all the words that get lost
In the cracks beneath closed doors
Entangled in tin-can telephones
Drowned out by the sound of the radiator
Singing a song, like your sister sings when she is drunk
There is somewhere where what we cannot say resounds
Like 20 years of late slips and uncertainty
Somewhere, somebody reaches out
And someone takes their hand
And someone goes to bed alone again
For all the things that get filtered out
Like the airplanes that fly above your house
The footsteps of your neighbor when he can't sleep
The pauses between commas and periods that make me think
Somewhere, what we cannot say resounds
Like 20 years of late slips and uncertainty
Somewhere, somebody reaches out
And someone grabs their hand
Someone misses their alarm
Someone's late for work
And someone goes to bed alone again
When I was younger, I would reach my arms
To the heating vent to hear my parents talk
Now that I'm older, I stand on my toes
And ask the sky to tell me something I don't know
For all the things that get lost in the cracks beneath closed doors
Maybe, we'll find the words