[Verse 1] (Sparse arrangement) We package our transformations Into seasons and episodes Mark our growth with false conclusions That the story never knows Life gets chopped into chapters For the comfort of the mind But the flow was always seamless Before we drew the lines [Chorus] (Full band with harmonies) Scene by scene we tell ourselves (Scene by scene) That change has clear beginnings (Clear beginnings) Scene by scene we miss the truth (Miss the truth) That nothing's really ending [Bridge] (Brass emphasis) The seasons are illusion The episodes pretend That life has intermissions When the stream will never end [Verse 2] (Building intensity) Society loves its structures Needs its acts and its arcs But transformation happens slowly In the spaces between marks We're not Netflix documentaries With our climax and our fall Just continuous becoming No commercial breaks at all [Chorus] (Full arrangement) Scene by scene we tell ourselves (Scene by scene) That change has clear beginnings (Clear beginnings) Scene by scene we miss the truth (Miss the truth) That nothing's really ending [Outro] (Minimal fade) We package our transformations But the flow was always seamless
