[Verse 1] You bought the corner store, the paper mill The little radio station up the hill Put every name beneath one glass door Then sent a memo saying, “We’re one more” I watched the old sign come down at noon A hand-painted sun replaced by a logo moon But in the back room, Marta kept the keys And knew which floorboard sang beneath our feet [Pre-Chorus] Every road runs through your room Every room gets one more rule Still the roots push through the seams Still the small things keep their names [Chorus] Conglomerate, you can gather up the pieces Stack the silver, count the leases But a thousand little sparks don’t make one flame Conglomerate, put a number on the building Put a price tag on the ceiling You can own the sign— you can’t own what it means [Verse 2] The mill clock stopped at quarter after two The news desk read the script you sent them to The warehouse wore a fresh coat of blue While every loading dock kept leaking through Then Marta brought a jar of garden seeds Said, “Take these where the old fence meets the weeds” By Friday, green was lifting up the wire A quiet answer no one could acquire [Pre-Chorus] Every road runs through your room Every room gets one more rule Still the roots push through the seams Still the small things keep their names [Chorus] Conglomerate, you can gather up the pieces Stack the silver, count the leases But a thousand little sparks don’t make one flame Conglomerate, put a number on the building Put a price tag on the ceiling You can own the sign—you can’t own what it means [Bridge] One key passed hand to hand One seed in stubborn ground A shop bell rings again A voice gets passed around You drew a map in ink We learned the roads by heart You can combine the names You cannot combine the heart [Final Chorus] Conglomerate, you can gather up the pieces Stack the silver, count the leases But a thousand little sparks don’t make one flame Conglomerate, put a number on the building Put a price tag on the ceiling You can own the sign—you can’t own what it means [Outro] Marta turns the key at dawn The old bell rings; the day goes on
