[Intro: distant traffic, dripping gutters, soft vinyl hiss] Rain stopped. Nobody told the street. [Soft Rhodes chords, dusty drums fade in] Look... The whole city's upside down. [Verse 1: gentle, flowing rap] Neon pink swimming under my shoes Traffic light bleeding red into blue Whole little skyline caught in a crack Step too close and I scatter it back Lady walks by with an umbrella closed Yellow coat glowing wherever she goes Her reflection gets there before she does Then disappears when the water gets touched Bus rolls past and the puddles all shake Buildings bend like they're trying to wake Moon in the gutter, stars by the curb Funny what shines when the rain has disturbed Everybody looking straight ahead I keep watching the world underneath instead Same old street that I've walked before But tonight there's another one under the floor [Chorus: airy melodic hook] Puddle cinema Playing beneath my feet Little upside-down movies Running through the street Nobody bought a ticket Nobody knows the scene But every little reflection Looks different to me Puddle cinema Don't let the credits roll I wanna see where the headlights go [Verse 2: slightly more abstract] Green turns gold in a trembling frame Taxi goes by, washes out somebody's name Shoes make ripples through somebody's sky For half of a second, the buildings can fly Storefront sign becomes crooked light Letters stretched thin through the water tonight Two people laughing beside the café Their shadows touch before they walk away Maybe reflections know something we don't Maybe they finish the things that we won't Maybe the version of me down there Doesn't get tangled up brushing her hair Maybe she walks with her head held high Because gravity points toward a different sky Maybe she's looking upward at me Thinking— "Why's that girl walking on my ceiling?" [Small laugh] Sorry. [Chorus] Puddle cinema Playing beneath my feet Little upside-down movies Running through the street Nobody bought a ticket Nobody knows the scene But every little reflection Looks different to me Puddle cinema Don't let the credits roll I wanna see where the headlights go [Instrumental Break: muted guitar, rainwater drips, distant train bell] [Verse 3: mellow rap, more introspective] There's a blue little puddle outside number nine Holding one window and half of a sign Someone upstairs pulls curtains apart Warm yellow square in the middle of dark I wonder who lives there Don't need to know Some things are nicer when you let them glow Across the road, someone's walking a dog Both of them doubled inside of the fog Four little feet become eight for a while Dog shakes water and destroys the whole file Nothing stays perfect Maybe that's good Pictures aren't supposed to stay where they stood Rain gives the city a second face Morning comes And quietly takes it away So I walk slow Not 'cause I'm tired tonight I just don't wanna step past every little light Because sometimes beautiful doesn't announce Sometimes it's lying Three inches down Waiting in water Beside the street For somebody strange enough To stop and see [Bridge: almost spoken, drums stripped back] Red light. Green light. Gold in the rain. Someone walks through it— Gone again. Moon breaks apart Under one shoe... Then comes back together. Like things sometimes do. [Final Chorus: warm layered vocals] Puddle cinema Playing beneath my feet Little upside-down movies Running through the street Nobody bought a ticket Nobody knows the scene But every little reflection Looks different to me Puddle cinema Stay for one more show I'll take the long way I don't wanna go Puddle cinema City underneath Maybe there's a whole other world Just trying to be seen [Outro: beat slowly fades into wet street ambience] ... Oh. That's my reflection. Hi. [Small pause] You look tired. ... Rude.
