Junk mail falling in his lap, Frank woke against the door, Guitar case held against his chest, just like the night before. Head was pounding, stomach empty, kebab face-down on the floor, He checked the mess for anything gone— DVD player... Nothing more. Maybe just a robbery. Maybe nothing strange. Frank almost felt relieved as he went out to change the lock again. [Verse 2] Fifty-two quid disappearing, ten pounds in the bank, Interview tomorrow, get your life back on track New lock fitted. Coffee made. Then Gerry on the phone. "Who else knew you had my key?" Silence. "Frank... your sister knew." "She came looking for something while you were away." "Did she find it?" "Don't think so. She wouldn't say." [Pre-Chorus] Maybe the break-in meant nothing. Maybe nobody knew. Maybe that feeling of being watched was prison paranoia too. But above the coats and paint tins, hidden safely out of sight, Something waited in the darkness... Something made of light. [Chorus] Facets within facets, colours without names, Every time he looks inside the world is not the same. Facets within facets, deeper than they seem, Not quite another world— more like somewhere built from dreams. [Verse 3] Curtains closed. Main light on. Black velvet on the table. Gold embroidered symbol. Hands not quite stable. He reached inside. Warm against his fingertips. Lifted it into the light— A thousand colours burned within. One facet caught him. Then another. Then one he'd never seen. Frank felt the room begin to fade. "Here we go again..." [Instrumental transition — everything dissolves] [Verse 4 — acoustic/open] Grass beneath his fingers. Dew upon his hand. Wind across an endless field. Solid earth on which to stand. Not a dream. Something stranger. Like a dream somehow made real. High behind the clouds a flash of glass— Then nothing there at all. And for the first time in years nothing hurt. Nothing mattered. Frank just walked. [Bridge] Then he smelled it. Lavender. His childhood came alive. Flowers by his mother's garden, beside the steps and drive. He followed where the fragrance led. Purple filled the field. Reached down... touched a flower... And the world disappeared. [Chorus — restrained] Facets within facets, colours without names, Maybe it's a drug playing tricks inside his brain. Facets within facets, maybe nothing there was real. Back inside his little flat, Frank didn't know what to believe. [Outro — almost spoken] The jewel had gone quiet. Sleeping. Frank put it away. Stared into the bathroom mirror, trying to explain. Hallucination. Some machine. Something acting on his mind. He scratched his nose... Then froze. Slowly raised his fingers. Breathed in. Lavender.
