[Instrumental - sparse percussion, fluorescent hum] [Intro] Level minus two. Of course. [Verse 1] Lift doors close behind my back One light flickers near the ramp Twenty-seven cars at noon Now there’s maybe five of them Heel, concrete Heel, concrete Every sound comes back too clean I check row C Then row D I could swear I parked in B A shopping cart rolls half an inch Somewhere past the painted wall Probably the air Probably [Pre-Chorus] The sensors wake One row at a time White light Then dark behind [Chorus] Level minus two I’m walking under everything Office floors and restaurant lights Sleeping twenty feet above me Level minus two Nothing here but painted lines My keys are somewhere in my bag My car is somewhere under nine Keep the lights on Till I find it [Instrumental Break - deep gqom pulse] [Verse 2] Ticket folded in my coat Receipt, lipstick, charging lead Three old coins and someone’s card Everything except the thing I need A door slams Two rows down I stop Then hear a laugh A couple crossing toward the lift Carrying takeaway and flowers They disappear The motor starts Silence gets the room again [Pre-Chorus] The sensors wake Then shut behind White light Black line [Chorus] Level minus two I’m walking under everything Office floors and restaurant lights Sleeping twenty feet above me Level minus two Nothing here but painted lines My keys are somewhere in my bag My car is somewhere under nine Keep the lights on Till I find it [Instrumental Break - heavier low percussion] [Bridge - almost no drums] Row F. Wrong floor. I press the button on the wall. Minus three. For God’s sake. [Final Chorus - wider but restrained] Level minus three I’m walking under everything Same grey pillars, different numbers Same ridiculous pair of heels Level minus three There it is beneath the sign I had the keys here all along Front pocket Every time [Final Instrumental] [Outro] Level minus three. Of course.
