[Verse 1] The clockwork gears are spinning out of time, I trace the copper wire along my spine. A cold projection on a concrete screen, The cleanest panic that you’ve ever seen. You want the theater, I want the escape, We draw the borders with a heavy tape. [Chorus] [Harmony: Three-part operatic falsetto stack, wide stereo spread] In the heat of the night, I walk a tightrope to my grave. [Harmony: Low octave pedal point with high soaring counter-melody] I am shapeless in the dark. I am not brave, I am not brave. [Verse 2] The static hums a modern lullaby, A silver engine in a frozen sky. We trade our secrets for a bit of warmth, And push the needle to the sudden north. The bass is heavy but the room is cold, A tragic story that was never told. [Chorus] [Harmony: Three-part operatic falsetto stack, wide stereo spread] In the heat of the night, I walk a tightrope to my grave. [Harmony: Low octave pedal point with high soaring counter-melody] I am shapeless in the dark. I am not brave, I am not brave. [Instrumental Break: Bass & Drums Breakbeat] [A frantic, clunky acoustic bass line locks into a dry, caffeinated drum breakbeat, suddenly joined by a soaring Mellotron choir and multi-layered, symphonic guitar harmonies] [Bridge] [Harmony: High thirds and fifths, soaring operatic counter-melody] Is this the grand design? A momentary flash of gold? We burn the blueprint just to keep from growing old! [Harmony: Desperate, breathless unison leading into a massive falsetto sweep] And now the curtains rise, The spotlight is a blinding white, We run forever through the everlasting night! [Chorus] [Harmony: Full operatic choir block chords, maximum density and power] In the heat of the night, I walk a tightrope to your grave. [Harmony: Soaring high falsetto descant, weeping guitar-mimicking vocal lines] You are shapeless in the dark. I am not brave, I am not brave.
