Lyric

The phones kept lighting up

And we answered on time

Blue checks, short replies

Nothing hard to find

Someone made the train

Someone paid the rent

Someone joined the call

With a face that made sense

So nobody stopped

Nobody knew

How close the wires were

To burning through

We kept the day alive

We kept the system fed

And called it proof

That nothing had ended

We could still reply

We could still arrive

We could still move through the morning

Like a body that survived

No alarm in the hallway

No name on the floor

Just people getting through

And being asked for more

A calendar full of color

A fridge with nothing planned

A message typed politely

By a shaking hand

One friend made the dinner

One stayed late again

One smiled in the photo

Then went quiet at ten

It did not look serious

It did not look new

Just another week

We were getting through

No one called it damage

No one called it need

If the work got finished

Who would stop to read

We could still reply

We could still arrive

We could still move through the morning

Like a body that survived

No alarm in the hallway

No name on the floor

Just people getting through

And being asked for more

There should have been a signal

A chair left out of place

A sentence cut too early

A change across a face

But we had learned the format

How to pass, how to proceed

How to make exhaustion

Look like ordinary speed

We could still reply

We could still arrive

We could still carry the day

With nowhere left inside

No alarm in the hallway

No reason to be seen

Just people running empty

While the screen stayed green