[Verse 1] Phil's got a neck that's bent to the ground, Counts every crack when he walks downtown. He knows the pavement, the puddles, the grates, But he forgets the blue above the gates. Small talk hums like a tired machine, Days overlap, a grey routine. [Chorus] So he lifts his chin and the ceiling breaks, The stars ain't gone, they were just out of frame. The same old sky holds a brand-new ache, The unknown's a gift with a foreign name. [Verse 2] He watches clouds drift on past, Shapes he can't hold, they move too fast. A jet carves a line through the fading light, Then dissolves to dots in the quiet night. No map up there, no news, no clocks, Just endless dark and a billion rocks. [Chorus] So he lifts his chin and the ceiling breaks, The stars ain't gone, they were just out of frame. The same old sky holds a brand-new ache, The unknown's a gift with a foreign name. [Bridge] His phone buzzes on with a scheduled alarm, But the sky don't care 'bout his day-to-day harm. He finds it strange how the infinite space Lets him breathe a little slow in his tiny place. [Chorus] So he lifts his chin and the ceiling breaks, The stars ain't gone, they were just out of frame. The same old sky holds a brand-new ache, The unknown's a gift with a foreign name.
