Every Little Echo
par .TheDust.
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When I was very little I would shout across the hall
Just to hear the other end of me come running back at night
And it always came back smaller and it always came back right
And I thought there was a boy in there who lived inside the light
Oh I left him little messages, I left them every night
And he answered every single one, he answered me and all
And I never even wondered if he wasn't there at all
'Cause an echo is a friendship and a friendship's never small
Every little echo, everywhere you go
Is a something that you gave and it is coming back your way
Is a something that you sang on some forgotten little day
And it's kinder than you meant it and it's louder than you'd say
Oh, the world is only listening and hasn't gone away
Every little echo, every little glow
Is a light you put out once and now it's coming home to grow
So be generous with everything, the canyon doesn't know
I am older and I'm quieter and mostly in my room
But the hallway is still there and I can still hear everything
Every hymn my grandma hummed and every hymn she didn't sing
Every laugh my mother laughed about a very silly thing
Oh the house has got a memory and memory's a ring
And it circles and it circles and it circles in the gloom
And it lands on me at midnight like a little bit of bloom
And it's lovely and it's terrible and there is a lot of room
Every little echo, everywhere you go
Is a something that you gave and it is coming back your way
Is a something that you sang on some forgotten little day
And it's kinder than you meant it and it's louder than you'd say
Oh, the world is only listening and hasn't gone away
Every little echo, every little glow
Is a light you put out once and now it's coming home to grow
So be generous with everything, the canyon doesn't know
If you're reading this or hearing this, I hope you're somewhere near
I have sent it very quietly, I've sent it all along
Every speck of it, every syllable, is only just a song
And a song is just an echo of a place where you belong
Oh I hope it finds you well and I hope it finds you strong
And the moth hour and the dust and all the lamplight in the year
Is a little bit of everyone who ever waited here
And it's ringing, and it's ringing, and it's ringing, and it's clear
Every little echo, every little glow