Groove Is My Freedom

(Verse 1) Front door don't fit the frame Same way I don't fit my name But you push, I push back We know how to work the cracks (Verse 2) Rain pan on the floor Catch the sky, ask for more Same spot for twenty years Still holding back the tears (Chorus) This is where the word became flesh This is where the noise became rest Four walls and a crooked floor Don't need nothing more (Verse 3) Paint job from '99 Half-hearted, but it's fine Underneath, the wood is bare Like us, we're still there (Verse 4) Your coat hangs on the same bent nail I fixed it once, it's gonna fail But not tonight, the wind is low Sometimes that's all you need to know (Chorus) This is where the word became flesh This is where the noise became rest Four walls and a crooked floor Don't need nothing more (Bridge) (Groove locks in deeper, bassline drops lower) Scars on the floor from where we dragged the chair Scars on my heart from where we left it there But the sun still hits that same square of light Every morning, every night And you still reach for me before the alarm Your hand finds mine, your arm finds charm In the wreckage and the rust In the ordinary dust (Chorus) This is where the word became flesh This is where the noise became rest Four walls and a crooked floor Don't need nothing more Don't need nothing more (Outro) (Groove starts to fade, bassline holds a single note) Front door don't fit the frame... (Whispered) But neither do we... And that's the thing... (Last snare hit, silence)