[Instrumental Opening] [Female Voice] That's not snow. [Male Voice] The street just folded in half. [Intro] [Female Voice] White pages falling through violet light. A doorway bends where a bus stood tonight. [Male Voice] A paper bird lifts from a building of stone. Behind its thin wings, I can hear someone call home. [Female Voice] Then we follow where it flies. [Verse 1] [Male Voice] Above the station, an old printing tower, Counting every block with mechanical power. Its rollers draw a street before it disappears. Its clock still holds the date from another hundred years. [Female Voice] The paper birds circle. The tower keeps time. [Male Voice] Every eight bars another street leaves the skyline. [Female Voice] Then we need to reach it before the next line. [Build 1] [Male Voice] Hear the engine. [Female Voice] Hear it tear. [Both Voices] There's a whole city in the air. [Drop 1] [Female Voice] Run where the paper falls! [Male Voice] Hold on to the walls! [Breakdown] [Male Voice] It says the city was folded to protect it. [Female Voice] From what? [Male Voice] A storm that passed generations ago. [Female Voice] The warning never stopped. [Male Voice] Then the machine is still afraid. [Emotional Passage] [Female Voice] Little rooftops made of paper, Little windows full of light. Every door deserves a morning, Every home deserves a sky. [Male Voice] We don't have to break the engine. We just have to let it know. [Both Voices] The storm is gone. Let the city grow. [Build 2] [Male Voice] The rollers move whenever every measure ends. [Female Voice] Then leave a measure open. [Male Voice] One it cannot bend. [Drop 2] [Female Voice] Leave the page unwritten! [Male Voice] Let the sky come in! [Final Reveal] [Female Voice] Look at the blank page. [Male Voice] It isn't folding. [Female Voice] The buildings are coming back. [Final Build] [Male Voice] The city is opening. [Female Voice] Then give it room. [Both Voices] Under the paper, a living world. [Final Drop] [Female Voice] A thousand windows find the dawn. [Male Voice] And every roof is where it belongs. [Outro] [Female Voice] One page left. [Male Voice] It's blank. [End]
