Cantilever

[Verse 1]
The Ancoats crane, a red light blinking Morse at the moon.
We're four floors up, suspended in this borrowed afternoon.
It's quarter-to-four on a Thursday that swore it was Saturday,
seein' the whole of the city laid out like a cracked paving slab we had to navigate.
(spoken)
This here's the load-bearing beam of the year.
The one moment we’ll measure the others against, the atmosphere
so thick with potential you could pour it in a glass.
The future's a facade we're all pretending's gonna last.

[Chorus]
And we don't say the word, but we're drawing the blueprint.
Every laugh is a line, every silence a new tint.
We don't say the word, just trace it on the glass,
knowin' this feelin's the one thing that wasn't built to last.

[Verse 2]
Remember the gaff on Claremont, the subsidence in the hall?
The way we used coasters to level the table, proppin' up the fall?
That's us, right now. All temporary works and makeshift brace.
Putting a good face on the hairline fractures all over the place.
(spoken)
"'You lot are mint,' you said, and your voice was too loud for the room."
You were trying to frame the moment, keep it safe from the comin' doom
of phone calls and train tickets and postcodes too far to drive.
Just trying to prove, for a second, we're properly alive.

[Chorus]
And we don't say the word, but we're drawing the blueprint.
Every laugh is a line, every silence a new tint.
We don't say the word, just trace it on the glass,
knowin' this feelin's the one thing that wasn't built to last.

[Bridge]
The scaffolding of us. Bolted together with late nights and cheap cider.
Holding up a version of a sky that's getting wider.
But the permit's running out. We all feel the torsion.
Just smiling through it, a beautiful distortion.

[Outro]
The blueprint's done.
Pin it to the wall.