[Intro - whispered, no kick, one organ stab far off, a single hushed riser] Long. First one's always long. (barely voiced) Over — not wrong. [Verse 1 - close rap, mouth on the mic, muffled sub thud enters on bar 3] You shut the door so quiet I never heard it close, took a winter standing there to learn the way it goes. Aimed a year at where I thought you'd be and held it long, and everything I sent went over. Over — not wrong. A miss you can measure is a map, it ain't a grave, every wide one that I threw was just the range I gave. Now I got the sign, I got the spread, I got the ground. Then I fire long, then fire short, then split it and come down. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out, organ and riser only] I'm not asking for a hand, I'm telling you where I stand. Same bearing every time — that's all a signal is. [Chorus - full voice, still quiet, processed chant beneath, organ wide] Long, then short, then half the span, long, then short, then half again. Every round I threw went long — over, not wrong. Over, not wrong. I don't need to land. I need inside the number that you name, and every night I send the same. [Verse 2 - same restraint, growl texture under, low anchor one phrase per two bars] You called the quiet peace. I called it distance I'd cross, and I been doing arithmetic, same step, same loss. Add a day, add a day, add a day, it never closed. Now I multiply instead — and watch how fast it goes. Half a winter, half of that, and half of that again, by the spring I'm at your door and I ain't even ran. I ain't raised my voice one time and I won't raise it here. 다시. (dasi) Again. Again. I got another year. [Pre-Chorus - clipped, percussion out] I'm not asking for a hand, I'm telling you where I stand. Same bearing every time — that's all a signal is. [Chorus - full voice, still quiet, processed chant beneath] Long, then short, then half the span, long, then short, then half again. Every round I threw went long — over, not wrong. Over, not wrong. I don't need to land. I need inside the number that you name, and every night I send the same. [The Crossing - one second, hard cut both directions, nothing inside it] [Bridge - bare, no reverb, voice and organ only] You read every sign I sent as a warning. It was a bearing. Same flare. Different thing to do with it. I'm still walking. [Final Chorus - wider, not louder, chant doubled, kick unchanged] Long, then short, then half the span, long, then short, then half again. Every round I threw went long — over, not wrong. Over, not wrong. I don't need to land. I need inside the number that you name, and every night I send the same. [Outro - bare, the low thud alone for four bars, hard cut] (whispered) Over. Not wrong.
