[Intro] It doesn't walk. It measures the floor with its palms. [Verse 1] Pale shape folds against the tree line at dusk Joints click in sequences too even for bone It pauses where the undergrowth thins Head tilts like it's counting heartbeats [Pre-Chorus] Air thickens around the porch light Something adjusts its grip on the dark [Chorus] It knows the exact distance to your window Measures silence in uneven breaths Pale limbs fold and unfold in the margin Where shadow meets the edge of seeing [Verse 2] It presses flat against brick at three a.m. Skin stretches thin over angles that shift No footprint holds – only pressed grass blades Bent in the shape of waiting fingers [Bridge] The floorboard creaks one room away Not from weight. From adjustment. [Chorus] It knows the exact distance to your window Measures silence in uneven breaths Pale limbs fold and unfold in the margin Where shadow meets the edge of seeing [Outro] ...adjustment...
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