[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Soft] Not a pillar. Not a gate. Not a spiral eating its own tail. A circle with the lights off A mouth that doesn't tell. Zero. The chair they leave so one can sit The minute with no face at all I hunted every shining number And found the cupboard in the wall [Verse 2] It isn't death. It isn't holy. It isn't even night. It's the place a count keeps open So the next one can arrive I used to skip it like a blank A nothing on the way to two Then I noticed how the porch-light Needed dark to look like true [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message Not a sign Just a held Empty line [Chorus] Zero, the coat with no one in it The hour that refuses to begin Inner weather with the windows open Outer quiet wearing my skin No father, no beetle, no pretty proof Just a hole that taught the numbers how to move If the world is one beneath the split This is how it keeps a place for it [Bass Solo] [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to fear the empty minute Triple Zero staring like a dare Now I know it isn't absence It's the breath before a one is there Jung can keep the scarab The golden can keep its smile I am standing in the doorway Where the counting rests awhile [Bridge] [Ethereal] Hexagram unthrown, clock unlit A seed that hasn't picked a digit yet You can call it nothing, you can call it source You can walk through and not set a course The law of sequence starts from here The law of meaning disappears [Chorus] Zero, the coat with no one in it The hour that refuses to begin Inner weather with the windows open Outer quiet wearing my skin No father, no beetle, no pretty proof Just a hole that taught the numbers how to move If the world is one beneath the split This is how it keeps a place for it [Guitar Solo] [Outro] [Soft] None. Then one. I see you. Don't fill it yet. [End]
