[Intro] (Fast, driving indie-rock drum beat with jagged, frantic Brooklyn guitars) [Verse 1] Taking the steps two by two, I’m kicking the frame I'm shouting out the syllables that make up your name The key is in the lock but the deadbolt is spun I’m crashing through the drywall, a bullet from a gun The radio is blasting a ridiculous beat I’m tracking in the panic from the Brooklyn street [Chorus] But the rafter is holding a terrible weight! I’m rushing with the scissors but I’m ten minutes late You’re a pendulum swinging in the afternoon sun The gravity won, yeah, the gravity won I’m frantic and I’m pulling but the knot is too tight There’s no bringing you back to the light! [Verse 2] A knocked-over chair and a spilled cup of tea The static on the television staring at me You’re dancing on the air, keeping time with the bass While the blood is completely just draining my face The adrenaline is spiking but the room is so cold An action-packed story that was already told [Bridge] I’m tearing at the nylon, I’m screaming at the wood I’d reverse the momentum if I possibly could! But the physics are final, the tension is set The loudest dead silence that I've ever met! [Guitar Solo] (Frantic, high-energy, distorted indie-core guitar solo over a crashing cymbal beat) [Chorus] Cause the rafter is holding a terrible weight! I’m rushing with the scissors but I’m ten minutes late You’re a pendulum swinging in the afternoon sun The gravity won, yeah, the gravity won I’m frantic and I’m pulling but the knot is too tight There’s no bringing you back to the light! [Outro] The radio keeps playing that upbeat song. You’re suspended in the quiet. I drop the scissors on the floor. (Sudden abrupt stop on a single ringing, jagged guitar chord)
