[soft static and radiator hum] [quiet trembling voice] Tuesday felt wrong from the beginning The cashier at the corner shop Forgot what coins were called And laughed about it too long Outside A pigeon stood completely still In the middle of traffic Like it knew something [hand percussion begins softly] I walked under the rail bridge With my hood pulled tight And every footstep echoed back late Like the city was thinking before answering Some kid on a bicycle Rode past singing nonsense But it sounded holy somehow [rhythmic vocal pulses woven into percussion] Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh Don’t know where the day went Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh Something in the air bends [voice trembling upward] People talking sideways Streetlights humming low Everybody feels it Nobody says so [detuned guitar enters] At the laundromat on Mercer A woman folded clothes for an hour Without having any laundry And a man beside me whispered “You ever feel like we’re standing Half a second away from another world?” Then acted like he never spoke [percussion grows stranger] The buses kept arriving empty Dogs barking at apartment windows Someone left flowers At the ATM again And all day long I had this feeling Like reality was tired Of pretending to be normal [more powerful, rhythmic and hypnotic] Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh Hear the wires sing now Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh Feel the ceiling thin out [voice shaking beautifully] Nothing looks broken Still it all has changed Like the world is breathing Just outside the frame [everything strips to drone and voice] [almost whispering] Maybe we all notice it The strange days The heavy air The moments where the world feels larger Than the life we rehearsed for ourselves [slow build of layered voices] And maybe that feeling Isn’t fear Maybe it’s the sound Of something trying to wake us up [percussion intense, voice soaring but fragile] Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh There’s a crack in the ordinary Ah-ahh Mm-ahh-ahh And the light gets through softly [ultimate trembling line] We keep walking through these strange days Trying to act the same While somewhere underneath it all Everything is changing [outro] [tape hiss, distant footsteps, low drone fading]
