[Intro] [Staccato piano chords pulsating in eighth notes] [Driving four-on-the-floor kick enters with shaker] [Chiming delayed electric guitar licks in the style of The Script] [Verse 1] [Breathless, urgent vocal delivery, tight drum groove] Sirens bouncing off the concrete under damp November drizzle City humming with an electric, unrelenting sizzle Someone sitting on the curb with both elbows on their knees Drowning in the middle of a dozen vacancies We walk right by the tremors, staring down into the glare Of five-inch glass displays that sell us simulated care [Pre-Chorus] [Snare builds with rolling accents, bassline punches forward] Tuning out the frequency that shakes the telephone wire Treating human heartbreak like a small, routine backfire Look up from the pavement, open up the closed design There’s a voice across the traffic that is bleeding on the line! [Chorus] [Explosive arena rock, full choir backing harmonies, soaring vocal belt] Can you hear the cry cutting through the static sound? A signal going up before somebody hits the ground! Don’t shut the window, don’t turn the volume low! Don’t pretend the agony is someone else’s show! Listen to the tremor, answer to the plea Somebody is drowning right in front of you and me! [Verse 2] [Half-time feel, walking bassline, rhythmic conversational cadence] Underneath the fluorescent glare of the all-night laundromat A mother counting coppers in a faded woollen hat Checking on the doorway like she expects an eviction notice While the boardroom celebrates another quarterly focus Nobody is wicked, no one's deliberately cruel We just let the blind machinery become the only rule [Pre-Chorus] [Guitars surge with overdrive, Danny O'Donoghue strained vocal climb] We train ourselves to overlook the fracture in the bone To navigate the crowded street entirely alone Break the isolation, break the protocol and shame Every single stranger answers to a sacred name! [Chorus] [Wall of sound, thunderous drums, soaring choir backing vocals] Can you hear the cry cutting through the static sound? A signal going up before somebody hits the ground! Don’t shut the window, don’t turn the volume low! Don’t pretend the agony is someone else’s show! Listen to the tremor, answer to the plea Somebody is drowning right in front of you and me! [Bridge] [Drums drop out to rhythmic stomps and claps, solo vocal with warm tape echo] It starts as a whisper behind a bathroom stall... A silent hesitation before the final fall... [Choir enters singing a wordless ascending gospel motif] Turn your head! Reach an open hand! Be the single human being who chooses to understand! [Full stadium explosion with crashing cymbals] Answer the alarm! [Chorus] [Maximum dynamic peak, impassioned lead ad-libs over massive choir] Can you hear the cry cutting through the static sound? A signal going up before somebody hits the ground! Don’t shut the window, don’t turn the volume low! Don’t pretend the agony is someone else’s show! Listen to the tremor, answer to the plea Somebody is drowning right in front of you and me! [Outro] [Driving rhythm rides out with repeating guitar riff hook and choir] I hear you... Don't let go now... I hear the cry! [Sudden syncopated rimshot and ringing guitar echo into ambient decay]
