Human Scale

[Verse 1]
The ballpoint chain on the sign-in sheet is cold against our thumbs.
A hundred fold-out chairs on scuffed gymnasium pine.
The weak December light through the wired glass is where it all becomes
A single, shared outline.

[Chorus]
They talk in acres and returns, we talk in human scale.
A language they refuse to learn, a history for sale.

[Verse 2]
The projector fan whirs, a low-grade fever in the room.
He points to a rendering, a life we can't assume.
He says, "This is just progress," and doesn't meet our eyes.
We watch the negative space grow between his practiced lies.

[Chorus]
They talk in acres and returns, we talk in human scale.
A language they refuse to learn, a history for sale.

[Bridge]
And for a second, right here, under the hum of the ballast,
We know we'll miss this fight, this fragile, shared atlas.

[Chorus]
They talk in acres and returns, we talk in human scale.
A language they refuse to learn, a history for sale.

[Outro]
The ballpoint chain on the sign-in sheet is cold against our thumbs.