Verse 1 Something is changing in the frequency I feel it in the pressure of the room There's a door I've been standing in front of I can hear what's on the other side bloom Not quite ready not quite under just between the lightning and the thunder Pre-chorus I'm at the edge of it I'm at the edge of it just barely breathing at the edge of it Chorus Threshold hours just before the breaking Threshold hours I can feel it waking Threshold hours almost done with aching Threshold hours almost, almost, almost— Verse 2 I've been living in the anteroom of my own life too long I've been warming up, rehearsing the words to my own song Something is shifting in the axis the tilt is barely measurable but real — I can feel the hours thickening with something I might feel Pre-chorus I'm at the edge of it I'm at the edge of it just barely breathing at the edge of it Chorus Threshold hours just before the breaking Threshold hours I can feel it waking Threshold hours almost done with aching Threshold hours almost, almost, almost— Bridge It doesn't have to crash to change It doesn't have to scream to shift The threshold is a quiet door the change is slow like continental drift But I am moving I am moving even when I feel like stone I am moving I am moving even in the threshold hours alone Outro (beat builds to its fullest, then cuts to silence)
