[Sung in a soft, breathy head voice, almost confessional] I’m a brass contraption for a mechanism gone Smelted for a war before the soldiers were all drawn My teeth are cut for tumblers that have crumbled into sand A perfect little answer in the palm of no one’s hand (Pre-Chorus) [Tempo picks up slightly, a subtle arpeggiated synth begins, vocals become more direct] And I watch you from the counter of this curiosity shop You’re arranging all the sugar cubes until you’re told to stop You’ve got a destination gaze, a posture so precise But you’re tracing little circles on the condensation ice (Chorus) [Beat drops with a deep, reverberating kick; vocals soar with layers of harmony, powerful and emotive] Are you lost? 'Cause I’ve been holding my breath In the quiet aftermath Is your North Star just a crack in the sky? A cartographer’s lie? Tell me, are you lost like me tonight? Tell me, are you lost like me tonight? (Verse 2) [Music pulls back again, more intimate, a low bass synth pulses gently] I could be a treasure, I could be a missing piece A legendary opening, a moment of release But all the great estates are now just lots for sale And my ornate intentions are a footnote to a tale (Pre-Chorus) [Energy builds again, harmonies become more complex, a ticking clock sound buried in the mix] You’re talking ‘bout the future like you’ve memorized the script You’ve got a joke for every silence that comes falling from your lip But there’s a flicker in your bearing, a momentary freeze Like you’re waiting for a signal that got swallowed by the breeze (Chorus) [Full energy, beat is more insistent now, ad-libs are desperate and layered in the background] Are you lost? 'Cause I’ve been holding my breath In the quiet aftermath Is your North Star just a crack in the sky? A cartographer’s lie? Tell me, are you lost like me tonight? Tell me, are you lost like me tonight? Tell me, are you lost like me tonight? (Bridge) [Music strips away to just a shimmering synth and a single, clear vocal; slows down dramatically] They tell us to be useful, to be sturdy, to be true But what if the assignment that they gave us just fell through? We are beautiful equations with no question to resolve Just a pair of ornate objects, watching the whole world dissolve (Outro)
