[Slow, intimate female vocal. Close-mic whispers in verses. Organ-drenched harmonies. Chorus opens wider but remains weary, not triumphant.] [Verse 1] Tape hiss in the curtains Rain sweat on the pane Coffee rings fossilized Like circles round my shame Wallpaper peels in ribbons Grey skin from the room Something green in the corner Learning how to bloom I named every shadow You answered every one Stayed when all the faces Packed their things and run You know where I hide things You know what I consume Patient in the plaster Waiting in the gloom [Pre-Chorus] And I swear I heard you breathing Through the drywall in the night Not a threat, not a warning Just another thing alive [Chorus] Mold bloom Corner of the room You know me better than I do Mold bloom Under every wound Feeding on the things I never grew Black flowers in the ceiling Roots inside the tomb If I fade away completely Will you bloom? [Verse 2] You watched the unanswered messages Collect dust in their rows Watched another winter settle Heavy in my bones You drank the condensation From the glass beside my bed Fed on all the words I thought But never really said The clock became ornamental The daylight turned to smoke Every promise left here long enough Began to rot and choke Still you spread in silence Through every vacant room A cartographer of sorrow Drawing maps in mildew [Pre-Chorus] And I know your shape by memory Every stain and every scar Like a lover I stopped loving But forgot how far apart we are [Chorus] Mold bloom Corner of the room You know me better than I do Mold bloom Under every wound Feeding on the things I never grew Black flowers in the ceiling Roots inside the tomb If I fade away completely Will you bloom? [Breakdown] [Whispered over organ drone and vinyl crackle] You were there... When the phone went quiet You were there... When I stopped opening the blinds You were there... When the days lost their names You were there... You were there... You were there... [Final Chorus] Mold bloom Kingdom of the room Growing where the light refused Mold bloom Old familiar bruise Wearing all the colors that I lose Black flowers in the ceiling Watch me come unglued And if I finally leave this place Tell me... What will become of you? [Outro] [Spoken softly as instruments decay] In the corner by the window There's a patch I never cleaned I used to think it was surviving on me Now I wonder... If I was surviving on it.
