[Intro, dry, no beat] The radio said rain. Something else came down. [Verse 1, half-time] Black fruit hanging from a telephone wire, I cut one open, heard a second-hand choir. Seeds hit the pavement, each one rang twice, A voice asked my name, then it quoted a price. Train rolled past with the windows painted shut, Everybody waving through the holes in the rust. I kept one seed in the heel of my shoe, Now the ground keeps answering whenever I move. Crack in the curb got a root like a wrist, Pulled at the fence till the chain-link split. Billboard smiling with a mouth full of leaves, Whole town picking what it didn't believe. [Hook, percussive, low] Shake the wire, let it fall. Hear that knocking in the wall? Don't put your ear too close. It knows the voice you miss the most. [Verse 2, bursts of triplets] Three floors up, the antenna's in bloom, Branches in the hallway, a branch in my room. Landlord knocking, says the roots aren't on the lease, But his phone starts flowering before he can leave. Clipped one stem, got a mouthful of weather, Every dead station started speaking together. I heard my own laugh from the back of the crowd, Tried to turn it off, but the dial came out. Now the stairs go soft and the walls run green, Birds build nests in the vending machine. I take off my shoe, there's a hole through the sole, And a thin white root running into the road. [Hook] Shake the wire, let it fall. Hear that knocking in the wall? Don't put your ear too close. It knows the voice you miss the most. [Bridge, silence between lines] The radio said clear. The orchard said stay. I left the door open. It grew through anyway. [Final hook, bass and voice] Shake the wire, let it fall. Hear that knocking in the wall? Don't put your ear too close. It knows the voice you miss the most.
