Cantilever

[Chorus]
Just a little cantilever, a blueprint for the glance
This ain't love, you tell yourself, it's just architectural chance

[Verse 1]
Your grandfather's ruler feels cold in your palm against the brick
Tuesday, quarter to ten, this is the anatomy of the trick
Past the silent foundry, tracing isobars in the exhaust haze
You've been designing this specific collision for seven days

[Chorus]
Just a little cantilever, a blueprint for the glance
This ain't love, you tell yourself, it's just architectural chance

[Verse 2]
You've checked the sightlines, know the acoustics of the room
Where the shadows pool like water, where the lowlights bloom
You'll walk right past and say, "'Scuse me, is that your coat?"
A simple, load-bearing question sent out like a pilot boat

[Bridge]
They just see a simple smile, they don't feel the stress test
The thousand careful calculations you have put under duress

[Outro]
The distant train horn doppler-fades from high to low
Alright. Time to go.