[Intro] [Rain against an old window, distant room tone, faint tape hiss] [Slow, slightly detuned electric guitar harmonics] [Soft Mellotron pad emerging like a memory] There was a rainy day And I built The museum of Almost-useful things [Verse 1] [Fragile half-whispered male vocal] A brass key That only turns From the outside It leaves a small bruise On the lock Shaped like the word Maybe Doors you've already Walked through Still breathing Your old air [Instrumental Interlude] [Worn electric guitar, sparse piano notes, subtle vinyl crackle] [Verse 2] [Drums enter very softly, loose and imperfect] Red dots on a folded map One inch Equals one regret Unfold it far enough And the paper becomes A room You almost lived in The hand on the clock Just says Almost Sometimes it points At the soft place Under your tongue [Chorus] [Melancholic lift, layered ghost vocals] Welcome to the museum Of almost-useful things Nothing here is broken Nothing really works Take what you already had And carry it home Leave your name In the guest book When you go [Verse 3] [Music drops back, intimate and strange] A jar of borrowed thunder Corked since '98 Open it When you forget You were loud The sound tastes like copper And last summer's rain [Verse 4] [Hushed vocal, sparse guitar and Mellotron] A blank book Still empty Or peaceful Depending on the day Its pages smell Like the person Who isn't missing you One match Unlit It burns the colour Of a decision You never made [Instrumental Interlude] [Low distorted guitar drone, distant rain, faint reversed textures] [Brief pause as if the tape has almost stopped] [Bridge] [Very quiet, almost spoken] Admission free No gift shop The dust here Remembers names The lights stay on For nobody The exhibits breathe When you're not looking [Final Chorus] [Slow emotional swell, ghostly backing harmonies] Welcome to the museum Of almost-useful things Nothing here is broken Nothing really works Take what you already had And carry it home Leave your name In the guest book When you go [Outro] [Everything slowly falls away except rain and one guitar note] Please leave a comment In the guest book When you leave... [Long tape hiss] [Rain continues after the music ends]
