The dark is louder now. (Remix)

[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] I felt the pull of minor keys at night, Bach and Beethoven burning cold and bright. No classical records — only pop inside our wooden walls, just village noise and heavy, endless calls. Snow to be cleared, water to be hauled, potato fields where beetles had to crawl. Piano dreams were treated as a joke, and music from a squeeze-box filled the smoke. [Pre-chorus 1] The gift arrived in leather, black and new, but stayed untouched — we never saw it through. [Chorus] We never learned the keys that mattered most, they gathered dust — we drank to every ghost. The choir sang on, but the voices broke, each wedding drowned in dusty folk. The dark is louder now. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] My brother dragged the heavy case through snow, then left it when the spring began to grow. Grandmother's notebook held the old, lost songs, her crooked writing where the heart belongs. The village praised the man who played for pay, and raised their glasses till the night turned grey. We traded fugues for bottles without end, and called it sport — the only game we'd tend. [Pre-chorus 2] The white and black keys waited in the wardrobe, while we grew used to living with the weight we'd grow. [Chorus] We never learned the keys that mattered most, they gathered dust — we drank to every ghost. The choir sang on, but the voices broke, each wedding drowned in dusty folk. The dark is louder now. [Bridge (spoken, over quiet, fracturing drums)] Grandmother's blue notebook held the songs we'd lost, her crooked script — a ghost we couldn't cross. We measured life in buckets, litres, and in snow, and called it sport — the only game we'd know. One by one the buttons lost their spring, one by one we learned to drink and sing. [Final Chorus] We never learned the keys that mattered most, they gathered dust — we drank to every ghost. The white keys yellow, and the black keys crack, the music sleeps inside a leather sack. The dark is louder now. [Outro] [fade] [End]