[intro - atmospheric, e minor] [bright arpeggio enters, pads swell, sub-bass pulses, vinyl crackle, the distant sound of water] some things you can watch forever. and never understand why. [verse 1 - driving kick, rolling bass, intimate vocal] the river moves across the stone. i sit and watch it pass me by. it does not ask me where i'm going. it only knows the way to flow. the rain upon the window pane traces lines i cannot name. the ocean pulls the sand away and brings it back another day. i watch it move, i watch it fall. i do not need to move at all. the water knows what i forget. the water has no regret. [pre-chorus - pads rise, arp climbs, tension builds] and something in me softens down. and something in me stops to drown. the clock forgets to count the hours. the water knows the water's powers. [chorus - g major, euphoric drop, layered harmonies] [full arrangement, supersaw leads, wide pads, kick drives, vocal layered, anthemic singalong] na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. na na na na, watch it be. na na na na, watch with me. some things are made to just be seen. some things are made to stay between. the watching and the being still. na na na na, if you will. na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. [verse 2 - bass rolls, arps brighter, vocal warmer] the fire dances in the grate. the sparks fly up and disappear. i do not ask them where they're going. i only watch them as they near. the candle on the kitchen table. the bonfire on the autumn night. the embers in the morning ashes. the sun that paints the clouds in light. i watch it rise, i watch it fall. i do not need to move at all. the fire knows what i forget. the fire has no regret. [pre-chorus - fuller, more layers, vocal opens] and something in me softens down. and something in me stops to drown. the clock forgets to count the hours. the fire knows the fire's powers. [chorus 2 - wider, more harmonies, most euphoric] [maximum arrangement, pads widest, supersaws layered, kick deepest, vocal most open and beautiful] na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. na na na na, watch it be. na na na na, watch with me. some things are made to just be seen. some things are made to stay between. the watching and the being still. na na na na, if you will. na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. [spoken bridge - stripped, only pad + sub-bass pulse] [vocal dry, intimate, slightly humorous, warm] and then there is the third one. the one we do not talk about so much. watching someone else work. while you do absolutely nothing. the neighbor sawing wood next door. the friend who digs the garden bed. the man across the street who paints his fence on sunday morning. and i sit with my coffee. and i watch. and i do not feel guilty. because it is the third eternal thing. because the watching is also a kind of work. the work of being a witness. the work of holding the world in your eyes for a little while. [build - layered vocals, arp climbs, kick returns] [voices layer, harmonies stack, kick returns softly then hard, vocal rises from spoken to sung] na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. na na na na, watch them work. na na na na, watch them glow. [final chorus - maximum energy, all voices, euphoric peak] [absolute maximum, full arrangement, vocal layered with gang harmonies, widest stereo, most beautiful and open delivery] na na na na, watch it flow. na na na na, watch it glow. na na na na, watch it be. na na na na, watch with me. some things are made to just be seen. some things are made to stay between. the watching and the being still. na na na na, if you will. na na na na, the water flows. na na na na, the fire glows. na na na na, the worker works. na na na na, and i just watch. na na na na... and that is enough. and that is enough. [outro - arp decays, pads dissolve, vinyl crackle] [kick fades, bass decays, arps echo, distant sound of water returns] some things you can watch forever. and never understand why. and maybe that is the point. [pad: one last g major chord, warm, hanging] [arp: one last phrase, echoing] [silence]
