[Intro] (One arp voice, neon pad, no drums, 126 BPM) Twinsburg. The fantasy. Two. [Build 1] (Arp doubles; each count answered by a tight stacked shout) One face... two faces. Two steps... four eyes. Four in the street... eight under the neon. Two-bular! [Verse 1] (Drums in, arp at eight voices) Neon tracksuits, August in the parking lot, matching pairs all down the Double Take line. Ask me why I want it and I'll say for the double. Ask me why the double and I'll say for the mirror. Ask me why the mirror... and I run out of words before I run out of why. [Build 2] (Arp doubles to sixteen, filter climbing, density maximum) Every why goes down a floor. Every floor has another door. You can double all night, you can double all your life. Something has to be at the bottom. [The Resolve] (EVERYTHING cuts. One dry voice, no reverb, no drums) And it's never a reason. It's never another you. It's a name. And you'd come second to it. [Drop] (Full arrangement returns, motif resolved, gated snare wide) Two-bular. Two-bular. Anyone can love the idea. Say the name. Say the name. [Bridge] (Kick and sub stay in, arp out; two male voices close and plain) We never had to choose. He was there before I was. We've got nothing to compare it to... so don't envy us. [The Turn] (Building back, one voice into two) You get to pick yours. You get to say it out loud. That costs more. The choosing counts. [Final] (Everything, arp doubling one last time then resolving to one) One... two... four... eight... and all the way back down to one. Two-bular. Two-bular. Anyone can love the idea. Say the name. Say the name. [Outro] (Single dry voice, arp gone) Say the name. Two.
