[Intro - whispered, both voices a half bar apart, no kick yet] (whispered) It wasn't me that moved. [Verse 1 - the low voice, close and dry, kick enters on bar 3] I have not moved an inch since somewhere back in July, and I quit arithmetic. I let the numbers lie. Nothing in me changed. I want to make that very clear. I did not get better. I just did not disappear. [Verse 2 - the falsetto, vast icy room, long tail] Half a step is nothing. Half a step is small. I have made a life of not moving at all. He's been out there so long he became the wait. And no one ever held a bearing that straight. [Chorus - canon, second voice a half bar behind, drone wide] Half of what was left, and then half of that. Somebody moved. It wasn't me that moved. I stayed exactly on the line you drew — the line moved. The line was you. [Verse 3 - the low voice, low anchor one phrase per two bars] No door. Just a floorboard somewhere taking on a weight, the hallway got smaller. I did not move. I waited. Everything I ever did was adding up to this: I got out of the way of it. That's all winning is. [Verse 4 - the falsetto, room shorter, nearly dry] I opened it a little. Not the whole way. Half a step into the hall. That took all day. I've never in my life been the one who moved. And I won't tell him. Let him think he proved it. [Chorus - canon, half a bar behind] Half of what was left, and then half of that. Somebody moved. It wasn't me that moved. I stayed exactly on the line you drew — the line moved. The line was you. [The Crossing - two seconds, hard cut both directions] [The Crossing - two seconds again, starting half a bar later] [Bridge - bare, no reverb, two voices, still not in the same room] (the low voice) Something changed. I don't know what changed. (the falsetto, dry for the first time) I do. (the low voice) I'm not going to ask. (the falsetto) Good. [Final Chorus - wider, not louder, canon held at half a bar] Half of what was left, and then half of that. Somebody moved. It wasn't me that moved. I stayed exactly on the line you drew — the line moved. The line was you. [Outro - bare, dry, no reverb on either voice] (the low voice) It wasn't me that moved. (the falsetto, very close) No. It wasn't.
