(Verse 1) Résumés scatter, endless sheets, folded birds with broken beaks. A desk awaits with vacant eyes, a clerk who stamps but never speaks— the air is full of silent lies. (Chorus) I’m scattered, gathering slow, doors keep opening, none will show. Every hallway whispers bland, I cannot work in every land. (Verse 2) The elevator climbs but stalls, a thousand floors, unnumbered halls. My hands recall a craft, a trade (Chorus) I’m scattered, gathering slow, doors keep opening, none will show. Every hallway whispers bland, I cannot work in every land. (Bridge) Oh, let the years be blank and thin, a trial I cannot begin. I’ll write my name on shifting sand, the file misplaced by unseen hands. (Outro)
