[Intro: tape hiss; sub drones; Hammond smear; low strings; distant falsetto “ooh” in reverb] (ah… ah…) (soft organ swell) [Verse 1: piano single notes; close vocal] We say “we,” and the room draws tight. You say “them,” and the air turns blade-thin. Iron filings twitch beneath language, drawn to a line. Streetlight pollen drifts, choosing sides in the wind. In the river’s black glass, sirens braid a minor hymn. Every small fence in the mouth becomes a continent. [Pre-Chorus 1: low strings rise; Hammond warms] I trace your name in vapor on a winter pane— it splits, and the fracture learns my face. [Chorus 1: toms + sub hit; organ + cello unison] Draw a line—watch the night collect. Shadows of division bloom where light once lived. The shadow outlasts the hand that cast it. We inherit the dark, call it yours and mine. (choir: low “ahh,” no words) [Verse 2: drums drop out; hiss forward; piano + cello] Balconies count stars; boilers count shifts. Elevators practice class, up and down with keys. Daylight ledger—credits above, debts below. Someone sells noon by the inch; we buy our hours cold. Iron stairs teach boots a prayer: don’t slip, don’t look. [Pre-Chorus 2: organ tremolo; falsetto ornament] I say your name through teeth like gateposts— it comes out barbed, then comes back mine. [Chorus 2: choral voices widen; kick on one] Draw a line—watch the night collect. Shadows of division grow where the lamps were set. The shadow outlasts the hand that cast it. Two mouths drink the same rain, split by a sign. (choir: open vowels, circling) [Bridge: sudden force; distorted strings; Hammond overdrive] Name me your border—I’ll name you mine. Not the fence, the sentence. Not the map, the mouth. Not the war, the weather that makes it rhyme. (falsetto answer: wordless rises) Name me your border—I’ll name you mine. [Breakdown: organ + hiss; field-noise whispers] (whispered) We ration the sun in windowless rooms. (whispered) We turn pronouns into checkpoints. (cello harmonics flicker) [Final Chorus: ghost-quiet to full; choral stack; ad libs] Draw a line—watch the night collect. Shadows of division haunt the light we kept. The shadow outlasts the hand that cast it. We step into each other, and the dark runs dry. (choir: towering “oh—ah—oh,” falsetto curls; organ blooms) [Outro: Hammond chord; strings fade; piano taps; tape motor winds down] (ah… ah…) (silence, then the room)
