[Female contralto, unhurried, heartfelt, playful. Bowed cello, soft piano, warm upright bass, soft brushed percussion. Minimalistic, understated, softly epic, some space between phrases.] [Verse 1] Even now the clock forgets why it started counting My grandfather’s watch stopped knowing everything [Chorus] Window open my shadow walks ahead of me tired of following [Short Instrumental] [Verse 2] Cloudy night the river carries yesterday to the sea the moon keeps falling every night keeps rising anyway [Verse 3] I shelter in place my shadow curls up like a wet dog laughter substitutes for victory [Bridge - Sparse] The sizzle becomes what music was before we named it Butterflies on a bush I started counting one two— never mind [Brief Instrumental Pause] never mind [Final Chorus] Window open my shadow walks ahead of me tired of following I stop counting— something else is taking over —————- Lyrics: Mario Caoile
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