[Intro — very low spoken voice, near-monotone, kick and sub only] I know talking helps. I know the words. I know who to call. Tonight the words can wait. [Verse 1 — spoken rhythmically, rolling groove enters] I miss them. I dance. They come back. I dance. They don't. I dance. Something works out. Something doesn't. Same answer. Not because I don't care. Because I do. [Instrumental — 16 bars, bass and percussion develop] [Hook — low half-spoken chant, no melody] So I dance. Not to fix it. Not to forget it. Just until it moves. So I dance. [Instrumental — extended groove, filtered chord stabs] [Call & Response — lead spoken, chopped response sample] Too much? (Dance.) Not enough? (Dance.) They want me? (Dance.) They don't? (Dance.) Good news? (Dance.) Bad timing? (Dance.) No news at all? [One bar silence] Dance. [Extended Club Groove — 24 bars, vocal fragments become percussion] Dance. Dance. Dance. [Breakdown — kick out, bass disappears, dry close-mic voice] I'm not processing. I'm not growing. I'm moving. [Pause] I'm moving. [Groove returns — “moving” chopped rhythmically, no sung notes] Moving. Moving. I'm— moving. [Verse 2 — sparse spoken voice over groove] I know how to ask for help. I know when I'm lying to myself. Still— understanding it doesn't change it. So I dance. [Instrumental — 32 bars, full rolling groove] [Final Hook — spoken, fuller percussion] So I dance. Until the room gets bigger. Until the thought isn't the only thought. So I dance. [Final — groove gradually strips back] I dance until I stop rehearsing the conversation. I dance until nobody owes me an answer. [Beat drops out] And if none of that happens— fine. I still danced.
