[Intro] [antique calliope, music box, distant wheel] The tune still knows the steps The night does not [Instrumental] [melody stays pretty, then slowly warps] [pitch bend, tape flutter, heat shimmer] [one wrong note held too long] [Spoken] [dry, close, no melody] The song kept playing after the hands left the keys That's how you know it isn't for us anymore The painted horses keep smiling through the melt The gear still turns like turning is a prayer Nobody picked the next part It picked itself If you listen close, the pretty is already gone It's only the shape of pretty, cooked in the air [Build] [drums enter late and too heavy] [low guitars swallow the organ] Keep playing Keep playing Don't look for the player [Heavy Instrumental] [half-time crush, melted calliope fragments] No chorus No prize Just the machine in the heat [Outro] [organ dies mid-phrase, low end holds, cut]
