[Verse 1 | urgent male vocal, propulsive bass groove] Slept an hour, woke up sharp as glass, the day stands clear — each edge, each shade; the textures, the patterns as they pass, I'm wide awake, the world remade; my thoughts come fast, already bright, the connections lock — they lock in right. [Chorus | anthemic, full band, bright and open] I have never felt this alive, the world has come in close; it's burning with light from inside, all sound, all scent and the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Verse 2 | groove tightens, vocal rising] It's light, it's play — I clear, I make, the colours loud, the light cuts true; built for this, my life falls into place, what was hard is weightless — nothing I can't do; I slept for years, now my eyes are wide, and god it's good, it's good, it's good inside. [Chorus | anthemic, full band, bright and open] I have never felt this alive, the world has come in close; it's burning with light from inside, all sound, all scent, and the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Verse 3 | nervous, faster, drums more frantic] Wake up wired, jaw held tight, this duvet's wrong — it falls all wrong; that lamp I've kept for years — not right, out with it, out with the sheets — gone; a current hums, it won't run clean, get up — you — get up — the caffeine. [Pre-chorus | staccato, stop-start, clipped delivery] There — the table almost wiped, the floor almost swept, the dishes almost done, my hands almost dry, the fridge still open, the paint left to crust in the tube, one arm not in the sleeve — [Chorus | anthemic, full band, bright and open] I have never felt this alive, the world has come in close; it's burning with light from inside, all sound, all scent and the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Verse 4 | agitated, overlapping urgency, driving] I meet you on the street, hear my voice — too loud, too fast — something in your face; is that worry? I talk quicker, no choice, you have to follow — keep my pace; my words fall behind my thoughts, you back away, I thought you were my friend — I snap, you don't stay. [Bridge | groove drops to bass and pulse, suspended, spacious] And for one second I see myself — arms too wide, swinging at the air; it not a fault, it is how to live. the brakes are gone — and it feels like flying — then the second closes, and I walk on, fast. [Chorus | edged, vocal straining, energy fraying] I have never felt this alive, the world has come in close; it's burning with light from inside, all sound, all scent and the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Pre-chorus 2 | staccato, stop-start, clipped delivery] There — a feather on the kerb — why now, a name on a dropped receipt, it means something, the same car twice, the number on the door, a torn poster, the cracks in the road — it all means something, it all points somewhere — [Chorus | edged, vocal straining, energy fraying] I have never felt this alive, the world has come in close; it's burning with light from inside, all sound, all scent and the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Verse 5 | full band slams back, frantic, overdriven] Scared to stop — I'd lose the thread, the thread, the work is vital, the world waits on me; a paperclip, red paint, the right hands, I said — revolutions all start small, you'll see; the sketches, the notes, the easel, the piles — it fits, it's Joyce, and it runs on for miles. [Coda | energy turns sour, thinning into exhaustion] The bridges I burned, the words I can't take back, the money gone — I need it all to make sense; so I hold the thread tighter, I keep the thread — the world has come in close; The world it's calling me. [Outro | bass and pulse fade, drums fall away] [End]
