[B minor] [Intro, nylon guitar alone, fingerpicked, dry and close, no other instruments] [Verse 1, guitar alone still, no percussion, vocal plain and close] Told ourselves it was only temporary Watched it settle in, made it ordinary Kept moving what we called the boundary Never anything but imaginary Called it a whole department of prevention Traded consent for constant attention Called the new war just intervention Never once loosened its own suspension [Chorus, sparse piano answers the guitar for the first time, low cello drone enters under it swelling not driving, soft mallet heartbeat pulse begins] It's over there, it's over now We kept the same old sacred vow The burden of power shifted to machines Safety now lives in the screens [Verse 2, piano continues answering guitar, a thin cold synth pad now just barely audible under the mix] Ocean's shrunk but we kept the horizon Called it far, never made the revision Kept refusing to face the collision Someday the far side makes the decision Watch it live now, watch it stream Every conflict just a passing scheme Held together by the thinnest seam Waking slower from the same old dream [Chorus, cello and heartbeat pulse fuller now, synth pad noticeably louder than verse 1] It's over there, it's over now We kept the same old sacred vow The burden of power shifted to machines Safety now lives in the screens [Bridge, synth pad rising further, near equal to the guitar in the mix now, still no drum kit, tension building through volume not tempo] Called it all a form of self-defense Never counted it as our pretense Paid the toll and called it the expense Living every headline in suspense [Instrumental, synth pad swells to its loudest point yet against the guitar, cello sustains under both, no melodic solo, just the two textures colliding, then a hard cut to near silence] [Breakdown, everything drops but the guitar and one sustained low cello tone, vocal near-whispered, dry, almost spoken, no reverb tail] Darkly seeing, mirror revealing Every border was a kind of feeling Darkly seeing, mirror revealing Every border was a kind of warning [Final chorus, synth pad now equal to or louder than the guitar, guitar audibly smaller in the mix than it was in verse 1, heartbeat pulse steady, nothing new added] It's over there, it's over here We kept the same old sacred vow The burden of power shifted to machines Safety now lives in the screens [Outro, guitar drops out first, synth pad alone for two bars, then a hard cut, no fade]
