RADIO STATION 11:11 S1E 10: “When the Clock Strikes 11:11”

[INTRO - RADIO STATIC] [Fragments of previous broadcasts flicker through the speakers] DJ: Good evening… FEMALE: I’ve been waiting for you… CALLER: What year is it? VOICE: Yesterday. [Clock ticking] 11:08… 11:09… 11:10… [Heartbeat] 11:11. [EVERYTHING DROPS] [VERSE 1] I found the photograph I answered the phone I heard my future singing Before I ever knew the song I followed the signal I walked through the door And every road I thought was forward Had been walked before The woman in the picture Was waiting in the rain The voice inside the telephone Was calling out my name And somewhere underneath it all A man behind the microphone Was telling me the truth… Or maybe telling me a lie [PRE-CHORUS] How many times Have we lived this night? How many endings Can one story write? If yesterday remembers And tomorrow knows my name Then maybe time was never moving… Maybe we were standing still [CHORUS] When the clock strikes 11:11 Every door becomes a way Every yesterday is waiting Every tomorrow starts today When the clock strikes 11:11 All the voices become one The station isn’t calling us… We’re the ones who made it come [POST-CHORUS] 11:11 Can you hear it? 11:11 We’re still here [VERSE 2] The photograph begins to change The faces disappear The woman reaches through the frame And suddenly she’s here She takes my hand and whispers: FEMALE: “You’ve done this all before.” I turn around to find the DJ Standing beside the door He doesn’t look surprised He doesn’t even speak He just points toward the clock And says: DJ: “You’re almost at the beginning.” [PRE-CHORUS] Then I hear the phone ring From somewhere down the hall But this time when I answer I don’t hear anyone at all I hear a room I hear a heartbeat I hear a voice behind the sound… And then I realize I’m hearing myself [CHORUS] When the clock strikes 11:11 Every door becomes a way Every yesterday is waiting Every tomorrow starts today When the clock strikes 11:11 All the voices become one The station isn’t calling us… We’re the ones who made it come [BRIDGE - CINEMATIC BUILD] [Phone ring] [CLICK] MALE: Hello? FEMALE: Hello. MALE: Who is this? FEMALE: You know. MALE: I don’t. FEMALE: Not yet. [Static] [The same dialogue from Song 2] VOICE: What year is it? MALE: I don’t know. VOICE: Good. [Music stops] VOICE: Then we still have time. [Heartbeat] [WHISPERED LAYERS] Don’t answer the phone… You answered… Look at the photograph… You haven’t met yourself yet… Tomorrow isn’t the problem… Yesterday is… [BUILD] [All voices merge] 11:11! [HUGE MUSICAL DROP] [FINAL CHORUS] When the clock strikes 11:11 I can finally see the truth Every song was just a doorway Every voice was leading through When the clock strikes 11:11 I remember who I am I wasn’t listening to the station… I was broadcasting it [FINAL REFRAIN] I was the caller I was the stranger I was the voice inside the radio I was the photograph I was the future I was the yesterday I couldn’t know [INSTRUMENTAL CLIMAX] [All previous musical motifs briefly return] [Pop synth] [Guitar riff] [R&B bass] [K-pop vocal chop] [Piano] [Dark electronic pulse] [Radio static] [OUTRO - EVERYTHING SLOWS] [Clock ticking] 11:10… 11:09… 11:08… [Confused whisper] No… No, no, no… We’re going backward. [Clock accelerates] 11:07… 11:06… 11:05… DJ: Wait. [Static] DJ: That’s not supposed to happen. [Clock suddenly stops] [Silence] [Phone rings] [Ring] [Ring] [CLICK] CHILD’S VOICE: Is this Radio Station 11:11? [DJ, terrified whisper:] Who gave you this number? CHILD: You did. [LOUD STATIC] [END]