[Verse 1] They drew a line across the wall and called the matter closed White paint dried beneath the lamps where no one ever goes The level slept inside its case the numbers all agreed But something underneath the white was moving with the heat [Refrain] The grain remains The grain remains [Verse 2] The crack appeared three rooms away thin as a strand of hair No one heard the timber turn No one saw it there The wall was square The line was straight The measure still came true The crack went somewhere new [Bridge] Under the paint under the name under the number Something remembers the shape of the rain [Instrumental — synth and guitar build] [Final Verse] Morning found the hallway still light across the sill No alarms No warning lights No reason to explain Only a corner lifting white and underneath— the grain [Outro] The grain remains The grain remains For now.
