[intro — felt piano solo, tape hiss, distant room tone, audible close-mic breath] [verse 1 — dry close mic, piano only, no drums] I can see you staring at the light you're hypnotized and I can't say you're wrong I know what you're seeing and I know it's not the light ((half-whisper)) can you hear me calling you back to the surface it feels like you're already gone and I know you're listening cause you know I'm always right I can hear you wondering if it's worth it [pre-chorus — sub-bass pulse enters, brushed kit, first guitar wash] well now now [chorus 1 — doubled lead vocal, plate reverb throw, sub-bass deepens] you're so far away from home you're so far away from home you're so far away from home you're so far away from home [verse 2 — trip-hop drum program settles in, guitar wash continues] how are the only things that you can feel about yourself now I hate it when you say you think you're going to hell now all the lights are gone and you're just sitting in a cell now and it gets hard to watch you do this to yourself now [chorus 2 — ghost-stack backing vocals emerging beneath lead] you're so far away from home you're so far away from home you're so far away from home you're so far away from home [verse 3 — dynamics lift slightly, piano more present] this is a day that you know you'll remember this is a day you will try to forget she wants to be in a hospital gown she needs to be in a hospital bed ((quieter)) and you would give anything to be someone else but you don't have the will or the time the people you love always leave when they're needed you're starting to think you are blind [chorus 3 — pity as answer, gang ghost stack layered beneath] and how how are the only things that you can feel about yourself now is pity ((whispered stack layered beneath lead, seven voices)) pity pity pity pity pity pity pity [verse 4 — stripped back, piano and voice, Hemingway-structure delivery] if you are alive you are very unhappy if you are alive then you're not who you are if you are alive you have so many questions like why is it all so hard [chorus 4 — pity stack densifies, full kit entering] and how how are the only things that you can feel about yourself now is pity ((stacked ghost whisper running under full section)) pity pity pity pity pity pity pity [chorus 5 — drums fuller, guitar washes opening wider, slight harmonic lift] I don't have to tell you what you're worth you already know but all the work we did to make you see it doesn't show now all the sacrifices that you made where did they go how are the only things that you can feel about yourself now [bridge — post-rock wall build, tom rolls entering, feedback guitar swelling] ((voice A, dry close mic)) now now I can see you wondering if it's worth it ((voice B layered at octave)) now now I can hear you wondering if it's worth it ((both voices interlocking)) now now I can see you wondering if it's worth it now now I can hear you wondering if it's worth it [mantra escalation — "now" repeated as stacked vocal cannon building from single voice to eight layered voices across thirty-two bars, density doubling every four bars, tom rolls escalating underneath, feedback guitar wall swelling, final eight bars all drums drop out leaving only stacked vocal and guitar feedback] ((stack)) now now now now now now now now now now now now now now now now ((peak — full wall, all voices, feedback guitar held)) now now now now now now now now [outro — everything cuts, return to opening sparseness, piano alone, close-mic breath] ((single whispered voice, dry)) can you hear me calling you back to the surface[Verse] Here now Gone again Ain't it funny how the story always ends? The heavens open up And it begins And it begins You lose it first And that's how you win And that's how you win [Chorus] We stare Stone below the sinking of the sky The only nine-dimensional creature in the shape of a cell So we stare [Verse 2] Here now Gone again Into stone below the sinking of the sky The only nine-dimensional creature in the shape of a cell So we stare [Chorus] Here now Gone again Ain't it funny how the story always ends? The heavens open up And it begins And it begins You lose it first And that's how you win And that's how you win So we stare So we stare [Outro] Here now Gone again Into stone below the sinking of the sky The only nine-dimensional creature in the shape of a cell So we stare [outro — everything cuts, return to opening sparseness, piano alone, close-mic breath] ((single whispered voice, dry)) can you hear me calling you back to the surface
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