[Intro | low vinyl crackle, gentle Rhodes chords, soft spoken intro] Yeah. Look at the words on the page. Shift the pieces around. Listen. [Verse 1 | laid-back conversational flow, behind the beat, close-mic'd warmth] Night bus humming past the petrol station light Condensation on the window in the cold tonight Black ink bleeding on a paper betting slip Coffee running cold before I take a single sip Hard to truly listen till the room is keeping silent Easy letting reckless anger escalate to violent Walk across the city, plant your trainers in the earth Count the heavy ticking of the chamber in your heart Scramble all the pieces till the meaning starts to bend Every single message has a secret at the end Rearrange the tiles sitting quiet on the board Recognise that every sentence is a shield or sword [Chorus | smooth double-tracked vocal, warm jazzy hook] Listen till the room is silent (listen close) Rearrange and shift the climate Same letters, different frame Spelling out a brand-new name Listen till the room is silent (drop the noise) Same letters, find your voice [Verse 2 | rolling internal rhymes, slightly pushed on the beat, crisp delivery] Packed the cardboard boxes on the landing of the flat Dusty books and tea crates sitting on a woven mat Tryna learn to live without the shadow of the evil Pull the curtains open and dismantle every veil Walk a dozen miles just to see somebody smile Everything you carry round is resting in a pile Flip the anagram and see the pattern in the code Clear the heavy rubble that was cluttering the road Turn the bitter lemon into something you can taste Rearrange the years so not a second goes to waste Same five characters, they shuffle in the row Plant a little seed and let the garden start to grow [Bridge | stripped back to Rhodes piano and finger snaps, reflective] Take the vowels apart Spell it from the start Every line you break Is another road you make [Final Chorus | full groove returns, rich vocal harmonies, warm low-end] Listen till the room is silent (listen close) Rearrange and shift the climate Same letters, different frame Spelling out a brand-new name Listen till the room is silent (find your voice) Same letters, make your choice [Outro | spoken, relaxed, fading over warm sub-bass and vinyl crackle] Yeah. Same twenty-six letters. Different story every time. Just move them around. Peace.
