Lyrics
(ahh… mmm…) Morning sits on the suburbs Like it always does (mm… easy…) Mailboxes line up quietly Lawns trimmed the same A milk truck rests at the corner Engine cold Still useful (mmm… yeah…) Light feels permitted Movement feels allowed I walk while I can (ahh…) If it looks like morning In the suburbs I keep moving I keep time (ooo… mmm…) The streetlights warm too slowly Windows stop reflecting me Something walks Without showing itself (mmm… hush…) Sound starts meaning things Steps start counting back (mm… stay…) When it turns to night In the suburbs I don’t move I don’t answer (ooo… no…) Doors open without comment Curtains learn my shape I pick a house Not the best one Just in time (ahh… mm…) Outside, they keep walking Patient Unseen Waiting for errors (mm… hush… still…) I lower my breathing I turn the lights away I let the walls decide (ooo… soft…) (…ahh…) Morning returns to the suburbs Like nothing happened Night passes the houses I stay inside (ooo… mmm…) Routine holds Until it doesn’t Morning Night Morning Night