Icy Mortar

[Intro] [spoken word, whispered] [bass and metallic knocking only] Ten point three. Zero point eight. [Verse 1] [flat urgent spoken word] We were told the ice was elsewhere. Somewhere with a postcard on it. Not here. Not under the cable car. Granite is a microwave with a view. [Chorus] [full band, sharp guitar stabs] The mortar is melting. The mountain is a rumour. Nothing holds the summit. Nothing holds but water. [Verse 2] [clipped, faster] Ice was the thing between the stones that we never wrote into the plan. Now the pylons stand in liquid concrete. [Chorus] [harder, industrial echo] The mortar is melting. The mountain is a rumour. Nothing holds the summit. Nothing holds but water. [Outro] [everything cuts to bass and knocking] The bomb does not tick. It drips. [End]