[Intro: body percussion, reversed signal, filtered static, key of D minor] i went back because of course i did same tree same light but he wasn’t there the air had a different kind of quiet not dangerous just emptier like someone cleaned up but left the smell [Verse 1: vocal stack enters low, percussion tightens] i walked slow looking for reasons found hoofprints like commas between things not said some deep, some shallow some broken at the edge all pointing away but not like escape more like memory walking [Bridge: reversed signal swells, glitch soul textures rise] i stepped in one just to feel what he felt but it didn’t fit not really and i didn’t force it i crouched down touched the dirt like it could still answer like maybe it wanted to [Final Verse: vocal stack widens, breath samples drift] i read the trail like a message too quiet to send each print its own shape each one saying: i was here i didn’t cry but i thought about it and that’s a kind of leaving too [Outro: trip-hop loop distorts, vinyl hiss overtakes]
