Telluric Shift

[Verse 1]
The Low Brow Lounge on a Monday in November.
Condensation on my pint glass felt like a fever breaking.
I saw Leo by the jukebox, and I tried not to remember
The way your face looks right before a fault line starts its shaking.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Backing Vocals: Don't say it, don't say it)
My phone feels heavy in my coat.
(Backing Vocals: Don't say it, don't say it)
Got this lump of solid dread lodged in my throat.

[Chorus]
'Cause Maya, what if I'm the one who makes the ground move?
(Backing Vocals: Ground move, ground move)
Is this the pressure crack that splits the whole damn view?
I'm just watching from across the Willamette, spitting dust.
Trying to measure the telluric shift in your trust.

[Verse 2]
His hand was on her chair back, not her shoulder, not her arm.
Just a casual kind of placement meant to signal no alarm.
But I know his hands, I've seen them hold you through a desert storm.
And this was something else, a different kind of warm.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Backing Vocals: Don't say it, don't say it)
My phone feels heavy in my coat.
(Backing Vocals: Don't say it, don't say it)
Got this lump of solid dread lodged in my throat.

[Chorus]
'Cause Maya, what if I'm the one who makes the ground move?
(Backing Vocals: Ground move, ground move)
Is this the pressure crack that splits the whole damn view?
I'm just watching from across the Willamette, spitting dust.
Trying to measure the telluric shift in your trust.

[Bridge]
Last week on the phone, you said, "he's just so good to me."
I heard the tremor in your voice, a fragile guarantee.

(Song fades to silence for 3-4 seconds)

[Outro]
(Music returns: atmospheric, sample-heavy, dreamy)
Left my ghost in a dust devil back home...
Now this rain's just making colder ghosts of its own.