(Absolute silence. Old wall clock. Tick… Tick… Electric hum. One vintage telephone rings twice. Deep analog synth slowly rises. No drums.) [Verse 1] Three seventeen. Again tonight. The city's sleeping, no street, no light. An old black phone, no name, no line. I lift the receiver... "...Can you spare me just a little time?" A stranger breathes, his voice worn thin. He talks about rain, about where he's been. He says, "If someone asks... tell them I wasn't afraid." (The beat begins with a slow heartbeat pulse.) [Build] Next morning's paper. Same old face. Same words. Same place. Every single call... arrives one day too soon. [Chorus] 03:17... another voice I cannot save. Another story heading for a grave. I scream through silence, I call their name... but every sunrise ends the same. (Instrumental. Pulsing bass. Distant reversed guitar.) [Verse 2] Now I know when the phone will ring. Every night another ending. I warn the world. Nobody believes. Truth sounds crazy... until somebody leaves. (Break. Music falls away.) [Outro] (Tick... Tick...) 03:17. The telephone rings. I answer. ... "...Daniel?" (Long silence.) (No ending. Music cuts to black.)
