Pressure Reading

[Verse 1]
(Lead Vocalist - close, whispered, like a voicemail)
That old Seiko on the zinc fence post, face down.
You keep winding it on Tuesdays, just after the Port Royal rain.
The bezel won't turn, locked on a zero-minute dive.
Still, you feel the cold glass on your wrist, like it's still alive.

[Chorus]
(Second Vocalist - distant, ethereal falsetto)
Pressure reading
Just a pressure reading now

[Verse 2]
(Lead Vocalist - close, whispered, like a voicemail)
You saw the tourist who just wanted a picture, a flash of blue.
"Watch your depth," you told him, as the reef bleached right on cue.
He never saw the colors start to part, the symbiotic lie.
Now you trace the crack across the crystal with a heavy eye.

[Chorus]
(Second Vocalist - distant, ethereal falsetto)
Pressure reading
Just a pressure reading now

[Bridge]
(Lead Vocalist - close, whispered, like a voicemail)
This call's for the benthic man you thought you'd always be.
Salinity's changing in your own biology.

[Outro]
(Spoken, dry, followed by a phone click)
End of message.