[Intro - Drone Bed, Pressure Build] [Verse 1 - Sparse Percussion, Tense Tenor] Something moved behind the curtain Nothing there when I turned around The kettle on since early morning Going cold without a sound I checked the door at half past seven Checked it twice and checked again The window holds a street I know well Still it looks like somewhere strange [Pre-Chorus - Pulse Tightening, Rising Tension] My hands know something that I don't They won't stay flat against my legs The body keeps a different calendar Counts down to a date I've never set [Chorus - Distorted Cello Surge, Falsetto Fracture] Something is coming I don't have its name I've cleared off the table I've straightened the frame Something is coming It knows where I live I've practised the breathing There's nothing to give [Verse 2 - IDM Percussion Sharp, Bass Pushing] I cancelled what I had on Tuesday Couldn't say exactly why The light inside the room tastes different A colour just behind my eyes I keep the phone face-down beside me Keep the volume turned up low I'm fluent in a language now That only the waiting know [Pre-Chorus - Compression, Rising Tension] My hands know something that I don't They won't stay flat against my legs The body keeps a different calendar Counts down to a date I've never set [Chorus - Distorted Cello Surge, Falsetto Fracture] Something is coming I don't have its name I've cleared off the table I've straightened the frame Something is coming It knows where I live I've practised the breathing There's nothing to give [Bridge - Cello Scraped, Ondes Martenot Warning Signal] Not death Not loss Not anything I'd recognise Just the shape of a shadow That keeps the right size [Final Chorus - Strained Tenor at Breaking Point, Full Pressure] Something is coming It always has been I've worn through the carpet Where waiting has been Something is coming I've learned not to ask The not-knowing Is already the last [Outro - Bass Holds, Everything Else Dissolves] The kettle on since early morning Going cold without a sound
