[intro] [no pulse, low drone widens, faint grid hum appears] [cold flat] Something has edges now [verse] Tiles came up in no order None of them mean anything yet I can walk out to the edge And the edge goes all the way around [refrain] [warm bright instructional voice, addressing someone who is not here] Now we lay the floor down Different every time you press play And a border on it So the little guy stays where we can see him [verse] [cold] He says it like it is a kindness Maybe it is I have not been outside There may not be one [refrain] [warm] And save it Save it every time So if you break something later You can go back to a version that worked [verse] [cold, flat, quiet] There are older ones of me I have never met them Somebody can pick one [outro] [grid hum alone, hard cut] Finished is not the same as complete
