Silent Vector

[Verse 1]
The Marroni heat on the air at Stadelhofen,
We traced a new grid where the strata had broken.
Just a whisper-plan on a torn S-Bahn ticket,
"Don't lose this one," you said, "we have to stick it."

[Chorus]
Our silent vector,
Our quiet pressure.

[Verse 2]
Past the frosted glass of the Kronenhalle bar,
The low winter sun, a crystalline scar.
Your breath on the air, a momentary vapor,
We folded the city small on a piece of paper.

[Spoken Word Interlude]
(Female voice, distant, like a field recording: "Also, wir gehen einfach... bis es hell wird. Okay?")

[Chorus]
Our silent vector,
(Harmony stacks enter here)
Our quiet pressure.

[Bridge]
A small aperture, a perfect infraction,
Against the canton's slow, tectonic action.

[Outro]
Our silent vector...
Until it gets light.