[Verse] In the bunker, she takes the call Green numbers wake up on the wall Codes check out, the keys go in A sealed room hums like a machine On her desk is a kid’s crayon sky Stick-figure house, one crooked eye No one upstairs can tell who blinked first She stares at the clock and the clock stares back The siren mouths its final count Her hand hangs there, not coming down We cut before the last light turns Before the room learns what it’s for
