[Verse 1] The morning light cuts the floorboards in two Sacred geometry of dust, nothing new The fridge’s hum is a Buddhist chant For those who’ve lost their way, who say they can't The coffee drips, a clock made of tar Falling in a chipped mug, impatient so far I look for a sign in the filter’s stain But I only find the electric bill again. [Pre-Chorus] And the neighbor upstairs drags the furniture around Maybe he’s building a rocket meant for space Or just sweeping stagnant dreams Under the rug, all over the place. [Chorus] Oh, the unbearable glory of the mundane We come from nowhere, just the same Waltzing with a broom in our hand Waiting for answers we don’t understand. The revolution starts when you fold the sheets While the world spins on repeat... [Verse 2] The traffic light blinks a sickly yellow hue A dog barks at nothing, passing through Shirt inside out, a fine irony Walking like a stranger in my own memory. Notifications glow, ghosts in the pocket Promising something, or just a sketch in a locket The Wi-Fi signal died right here And we just watch time disappear. [Bridge] Is it all gold or just trash on the street? A modern reflection, incomplete. No Martians, no prophets, no butterflies in sight... And the toaster pops. [Chorus] Oh, the unbearable glory of the mundane We come from nowhere, just the same Waltzing with a broom in our hand. The answer isn’t blowin' in the wind, my friend The revolution ends when the lights descend Carrying our cross, small and light till the end. [Outro] Just the hum. The cold coffee. The dust. Dances.
