歌詞

Metal on the rail

Soft on the pan

Floor-tom rolling in

Like it can't quite land

Your step in the hall

The door in the frame

I hear them all equal

I hear them the same

No front edge

No back room

Everything leans

Into the same bloom

Nothing comes close

Nothing falls away

It all reaches me

At the same delay

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

No line breaks through

No place to stand

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

I hold the weight

With open hands

Cup on the sink

Boot on the tile

A chair in the dark

A phone gone wild

The fridge in the wall

The pulse in my throat

Crowding the window

Pushing the note

I turn my face

But it stays in view

Every small thing

Comes through and through

No front edge

No back room

Everything leans

Into the same bloom

Nothing comes close

Nothing falls away

It all reaches me

At the same delay

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

No line breaks through

No place to stand

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

I hold the weight

With open hands

If I shut my eyes

It doesn't thin out

It gathers closer

In a quiet shout

One more breath

And the room gets full

Every little signal

Heavy and dull

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

No line breaks through

No place to stand

All sounds same distance

All sounds same distance

I hold the weight

With open hands