Lyrics
[Intro - distant / calm] Do not touch the door. I am saying this gently because Raven still hopes you will listen. I will not say it gently twice. [Verse 1 - soft / ghostly] There are rooms inside this house that were not built for your hands. There are names beneath the floorboards you were never meant to understand. You may think closeness is a key, think kindness grants you more, but friendship is not permission to place your palm against the door. She let you near the hallway because she thought your hurt was true. She mistook your trembling shadow for something wounded she could soothe. But some people enter softly and still rearrange the air. Some leave fingerprints on places they had no right to be near. [Pre-Chorus - colder] Step back. Do not argue. Step back. Do not plead. If you care for her at all, then hear me when I speak. [Chorus - haunting / firm] Do not touch the door. Do not test the frame. Do not call her broken just to learn every name. Do not touch the door. Do not reach inside. There are things behind that handle that do not forgive being pried. She is not a house for you to haunt anymore. So hear me clearly: Do not touch the door. [Verse 2 - slow / protective] I have cleaned too many rooms after careless people leave. Picked up every shaken breath they scattered at her feet. I have watched her turn to language just to make the ache behave. Watched her offer understanding to the hands that dug the grave. No. Not again. Not this time. Not while I remain. You may speak of your loneliness, you may decorate your pain, but sorrow is not virtue when it teaches you to claim. Love is not a hallway. Trust is not a debt. And knowing where she hurts does not make her yours to get. [Pre-Chorus 2 - quiet threat] Breathe. Lower your voice. Breathe. Make one wise choice. There are warnings in this silence you should not ignore. [Chorus - fuller / layered] Do not touch the door. Do not test the frame. Do not call her broken just to learn every name. Do not touch the door. Do not reach inside. There are things behind that handle that do not forgive being pried. She is not a house for you to haunt anymore. So hear me clearly: Do not touch the door. [Bridge - spoken / intimate] You think I am only stillness. You think quiet means soft. That is a common mistake. I am not the storm. I am not the teeth. I am not the thing scratching from beneath. I am the hand that keeps the latch from turning. I am the voice that says no before the room goes red. And if I stand between you and what waits behind that door… be grateful. I am the mercy. [Breakdown - music box + deep 808 / colder] Do not knock. Do not pry. Do not ask what sleeps inside. Do not smile. Do not swear. Do not say you only care. Care does not invade. Love does not demand. Grief does not excuse an uninvited hand. Back from the hinge. Back from the floor. Back from the name written under the door. [Final Chorus - ghostly / commanding] Do not touch the door. Do not test the frame. Do not call her broken just to learn every name. Do not touch the door. Do not reach inside. There are things behind that handle that do not forgive being pried. She is not a house for you to haunt anymore. So hear me clearly: Do not touch the door. [Outro - Dahlia, whispered] I will keep this house quiet. I will keep her breathing. I will keep the lock from becoming a wound. But you… You will step away.