Touch the Seam, Not the Throne

[Intro] Lantern low Big room lying [Verse] Every new player swings at the largest thing Like scale and importance are the same old king Meanwhile the answer sits in a dusty hinge Acting like a broom with a minor cringe Blinding Flash where the dead light stares Force Palm where the “random” object cares That’s how this game teaches without a lecture By making you fail in expensive architecture [Pre-Chorus] Don’t yell at the wall Read the room instead Some doors are unlocked By the things you misread [Chorus] Touch the seam, not the throne Read the quiet in the stone Touch the seam, then wait, then pull Half this world hides in the dull [Verse] I’ve lost ten minutes to ego before Throwing hands at a decorative door Now I inspect the lamp, the dust, the chain And suddenly I’m back to feeling sane [Bridge] [Instrumental Break] Hand drums, bass walk, nylon guitar reply [Outro] Lantern low Door swings clean The room was honest I was just too keen