Lacustrine Signal

[Verse 1]
The moon on the back of the Henniez bottle...
It's Tuesday, it's late.
Sorry, the signal here—
Look, I'm calling 'cause I saw something at the station.

[Pre-Chorus]
And this pressure gradient shifts in my skull,
A truth with a low barometric pull.

[Chorus]
This silence has a weight.
A different kind of plate... shift.

[Verse 2]
The squeal of the 11 tram braking for the stop.
Her hand on his arm, a new stratum.
And I just heard you say, "He never comes to Bellevue."
The aperture of the night just snapped shut.

[Pre-Chorus]
And this pressure gradient shifts in my skull,
A truth with a low barometric pull.

[Chorus]
This silence has a weight.
A different kind of plate... shift.

[Bridge]
A perfect structure has no room for this fracture.
You just build on the fault line and exist.

[Outro]
Forget I called.
It's nothing.