Comfortable Dark · Album · Track 9
3 Aug 2026 · 5:17 · Swing · 139 plays
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The void sends its regards. It hopes this finds you well.
It has read your correspondence and it found it very brave.
It has no wish to hurt you — that would be a kind of care,
and care is not a service that the darkness can provide.
You wanted something certain. Well, it's given you the truth:
a hundred billion galaxies that never learned your name,
and a rock that's fond of nobody, still turning in the black —
oh, the void sends its regards. It sends them just the same.
THE VOID SENDS ITS REGARDS!
It doesn't hate you — hatred is attention!
There is no trial, no judge, no grand intention!
So drink the whole decanter, burn the letters, break the glass,
if nothing's ever certain then let nothing ever last —
oh, the void sends its regards, my friend...
and the void will send them long after we're past.
And it's a comfort, isn't it? Admit it. Say it out.
If nothing can be known, then nothing can be owed,
if nothing can be owed, then I have nothing left to do
but pour another glass and watch the whole thing fall.
No study. No confession. No apology to write.
No standing up at table nine to ruin a good night.
Just a beautiful, immaculate, unanswerable shrug —
and a man who says nothing matters never has to try at all.
And there it is.
That's the trick. Did you catch it?
The void is not the opposite of the ballroom.
The void IS the ballroom.
It's the same dark, in a better suit.
"I'm certain of everything" and "nothing can be known"
walk out the very same door, arm in arm,
and neither one of them ever has to look.
It's the cleverest shadow on the wall.
And I very nearly danced with it all night.
The void sends its regards! (send them back!)
It doesn't hate you — hatred is attention! (send them back!)
The void sends its regards! (SEND THEM BACK!)
I have read the letter — and I'm returning it unopened!
'Cause I don't know if it matters, and I'm not gonna pretend,
but I know a girl who tried to open up a curtain —
and I'd rather be uncertain, and awake, and cold, and small,
than the cleverest damn shadow on the wall!
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