Buried 232.0s Recording (Aug 28 @ 6:19 PM) (Remix)

OTHERWISE SUNNY [Verse 1] [My female vocals] It was a poor choice on an otherwise sunny day she spoke in lowercase as the hours whiled away nothing split the sky nothing marked the ground just two people leaving with different versions of the sound [Verse 2] She carried something home different from what happened there gave it weight in the evening gave it shape in the air memory moved the furniture when nobody was around until the room she recreated was not the room she'd found [Verse 3] Then came the dark day when she finally made the call words lined up like witnesses along a narrowing hall she reached backward for the weather but the weather wouldn't say what happened in the silence of an otherwise sunny day [Verse 4] Maybe the mind wants order more than it needs truth so it stitches shut the distance between the story and the proof she worked the clay in circles until every edge was smooth pressed her fingers through the old shape and called the new one proof No valley No fault line No rising of the ground but somewhere in the telling there were mountains all around the story was built to hold her and strong enough for that though every wall stood crooked when measured from the facts [Outro] The sun doesn't remember The pavement doesn't care No thunder kept a record No witness waited there It was nothing when it happened then it warped as she looked back until memory made mountains where the ground had once been flat She built herself a shelter from the storms that came before It mattered that it held her not what it was built for— or what had to be buried underneath the floor.