[Intro] A distant calliope wheezes through the fog. [Needle-thin laughter] [Harbor bells] [Static crackle] ⸻ [Verse 1] Hollow coats came down Main. Silver buttons in the rain. Lanterns floating six feet high. Nobody asked the reason why. Church bells rolled along the street. Keeping time with marching feet. Windows flashing green and gold. Like the town had lost control. ⸻ [Hook] Static Parade. Static Parade. Whole black harbor swept away. Static Parade. Static Parade. Something’s wrong and we’re dancing anyway. ⸻ [Verse 2] Storm clouds carried banner poles. Thunder stitched into the folds. Three black ships crossed overhead. Sailing where the seabirds fed. Constellations left their place. Empty scars across the haze. Stars came drifting toward the bay. Just to join the Static Parade. ⸻ [Dispatch] [Harbor report. Multiple constellations observed outside assigned positions.] [No action required.] ⸻ [Verse 3] Footprints formed without a sound. Arguing which way was down. Anchors hanging from the sky. Swinging where the gulls should fly. Harbor water climbed the stairs. Knocking softly everywhere. Every doorway got a wave. Every wave already named. ⸻ [Hook] Static Parade. Static Parade. Whole black harbor swept away. Static Parade. Static Parade. Something’s wrong and we’re dancing anyway. ⸻ [Verse 4] Storm-lantern sailors lined the shore. Faces seen somewhere before. Empty hats and borrowed names. Laughing through the harbor rain. Windows blinked in perfect time. Cowbells cut through static lines. Every shadow left its place. Just to join the Static Parade. ⸻ [Bridge] Needle laughter through the left. Static breathing through the rest. Steel drums rattling through the fog. Something old is marching on. Down the avenue they came. Nobody remembered names. Nobody remembered why. Still they marched beneath the sky. ⸻ [Final Hook] Static Parade. Static Parade. Whole black harbor swept away. Static Parade. Static Parade. Something’s wrong and we’re dancing anyway. ⸻ [Outro] [High-pitched laughter] [Static] Far down the street… The Stationmaster watched.
