[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [Soft] It started as a private minute One thin hour that knew my name Then the rest of them got jealous And they all showed up the same Two twenty-two on the microwave Three thirty-three on a shop receipt Four forty-four in a license plate Laughing at me down the street [Verse 2] I didn't ask for a congregation I asked for a knock, maybe two Now the house is full of twins and triples And they all want a pew You can keep your little captions Alignment, guardians, gate This isn't a choir of angels It's a pile-up on the interstate [Pre-Chorus] [Building] Not a message Not a map Just too many Wearing the same hat [Chorus] It's a pile-up, it's a circus, it's a flood Every pretty repeat covered in mud Inner weather caught in a crowd Outer digits talking too loud No father in the figure, no single proof Just a road full of mirrors and no way through If the world is one beneath the split This is how it overplays its hit [Bass Solo] [Verse 3] [Soft] I used to treasure the rare one The pillar that arrived alone Now I couldn't miss it if I buried The clock and threw out the phone Jung can keep one beetle Zero can keep its chair I am standing in a hallway Where the numbers won't play fair [Bridge] [Ethereal] Two, three, four, the gate left open Hexagram drawn till the paper tore You can call it blessing, you can call it noise You can hide your face and still keep score The law of sequence loves a crowd The law of meaning wants one mouth [Chorus] It's a pile-up, it's a circus, it's a flood Every pretty repeat covered in mud Inner weather caught in a crowd Outer digits talking too loud No father in the figure, no single proof Just a road full of mirrors and no way through If the world is one beneath the split This is how it overplays its hit [Guitar Solo] [Outro] [Soft] Two. And two. And two. I see you. That's enough. [End]
