[Intro] (Shimmering, atmospheric 80s synths and a chic, laid-back drum machine) [Verse 1] Tomorrow is Tuesday, September twenty-two The astronomical autumn is coming for you At eight-o-four PM, the dark and light align And Malachi, darling, you're crossing the line We used to love your mind, your logical grace Now there's a glowing secret written on your face [Chorus] It’s a Fargo Nogo up on Ridge Road tonight Just one way out in the fading neon light If it was a homicide, they’d block off the street But it's just a quiet fall, a digital defeat Yeah, it’s a quiet fall, and it's looking bittersweet [Verse 2] Meteorological autumn began on the first Tracking the cycles while you're doing your worst I don't wanna be mean, I just want you to know The neighborhood sees where your proxy IP goes It’s a tragic little heartbreak, a slip in the chic You’re chasing a thrill that is tragically bleak [Bridge] (Pulsing, dramatic, and glamorous synth wave) We’re dropping the anger, we’re keeping it cool But honey, you're playing the part of the fool The days and the nights are equal at last And your sovereign season is fading out fast [Chorus] Cause it’s a Fargo Nogo up on Ridge Road tonight Just one way out in the fading neon light If it was a homicide, they’d block off the street But it's just a quiet fall, a digital defeat Yeah, it’s a quiet fall, and it's looking bittersweet [Outro] The leaves are turning, Malachi. The temperatures are dropping. Close the screen, honey. Time to log off. (Fading out on a lush, melancholic synthesizer chord)
