[Intro Instrumental: Soft four-on-the-floor kick emerges beneath dusty room noise. A warm electric-piano chord loops unevenly while tiny shuffled percussion clicks around it. Deep elastic sub-bass slowly enters. A chopped breath of] “again” [flickers through the stereo field.] [Verse 1] First time was a summer station You were leaving, I was late Second time, a crowded doorway Both pretending it was fate Third time you were with somebody Fourth, I was passing through Funny how the years kept changing Everything except for you [Pre-Chorus] Every time we nearly had it Something pulled us out of line Maybe timing has a temper Maybe love just takes its time [Chorus] Here we go again Back where we began Different roads Different names Still reaching for the same hand Here we go again Older than we planned Maybe all those wrong turns Were teaching us Where to stand [Instrumental: Vocal fragments of] “again” [and] “same hand” [are micro-sampled into the percussion. Warm dub chords pulse against the bass while muted organic plucks answer the electric piano. The groove gradually strips down to kick, sub and clipped breaths.] [Verse 2] Fifth time was a winter morning You were laughing at my door Said you’d learned to stop believing In the things you wanted before Sixth time came without a warning One small table, half past ten We talked until the room was empty Then walked away again [Pre-Chorus] Every time we nearly had it Something shifted out of place Maybe people need the distance Just to recognise a face [Chorus] Here we go again Back where we began Different roads Different names Still reaching for the same hand Here we go again Older than we planned Maybe all those wrong turns Were teaching us Where to stand [Microhouse Break: Kick disappears. A single electric-piano chord hangs over warm sub-bass pulses. Tiny fragments of ]“here we go,” “again,” [and] “where to stand” [drift left and right, cut into breaths and syllables. Shuffled percussion slowly rebuilds beneath them.] [Middle Eight] Seven roses and a match Lying somewhere by the glass You said, “How many times is this now?” I said, “Enough to make it last.” Your hand stayed on the table Mine stayed there too [Instrumental Build: The bassline returns one note at a time. Dub chords open through a slow filter while clipped vocal fragments become part of the rhythm. Percussion thickens almost imperceptibly until the full groove locks back in.] [Final Chorus with flourishes] Here we are again Back where we began Different years Different scars Still reaching for the same hand Here we are again Older than we planned Maybe all those wrong turns Were teaching us Where to stand [Looped Vocal] Here we are again Again Again Back where we began Same hand Same hand Here we are again [Outro Instrumental: The vocal becomes increasingly fragmented until only] “again” [remains. Deep rolling sub-bass continues beneath tiny shuffled percussion, dusty electric-piano chords and muted plucks. Elements disappear individually until the bass and one unresolved chord remain.]
