[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Third floor Flicker in the hallway camera You hold a lukewarm coffee Like it's proof you exist Broken intercom Keeps confessing to the courtyard "Someone let me in" In a stranger's voice [Verse 2] Billboard says "Start over this September" Calendar in your pocket Still stuck on June You wash your hands Till the knuckles start to shimmer City on the tiles Running down the drain [Chorus] Year of the escalator Always going somewhere Standing in the middle Rising But you stay All the moving faces Blur into one question "Is this really happening Or just a quieter cliché?" [Verse 3] Late bus Headlights carving out a canyon Between the liquor store And your childhood bank You talk to your reflection In the tinted window glass Ask it for directions It just laughs Then looks away [Bridge] Sidewalk steam Breathes out through the grates Like the street's in therapy Spilling its mistakes You scroll past a message You sent to yourself "Remember to be honest" You replied with a heart [Chorus] Year of the escalator Always going somewhere Standing in the middle Rising But you stay All the moving faces Blur into one question "Is this really happening Or just a quieter cliché?"
