Lyrics
[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] [LUC: bright, sharp mezzo soprano, forward, powerful, cutting, projected, theatrical tone, strong upper-mid presence.] i sense that i might have been there but the memory plays like a movie nostalgia’s not really a thing that I feel but i cherish that I can remember [Pre Chorus 1] [BREE: low, breathy alto, soft, intimate, airy, fragile, close-mic whisper tone, minimal projection, lives in lower register.] the tick of the clock the cuckoo gone mad the hammering sound of iron on wood, the spirit stirs but I can’t find myself within his good works [chorus 1] [LUC: lead vocals, bright, sharp mezzo soprano, forward, powerful, cutting, projected, theatrical tone, strong upper-mid presence.] [BREE: backing vocals from alto female vocal] the me who’s not me though i’m trying to see a future where there’s still a place for me a memory of nobody at least not one I wanna be are we always going to be alone in this revelry? [Insturmental] [Verse 2] [LUC: lead vocals, bright, sharp mezzo soprano, forward, powerful, cutting, projected, theatrical tone, strong upper-mid presence.] [BREE: backing vocals] circling inside ’til there’s a groove running full speed yet cannot move this feels like a damn sick joke i wanna press forward but the wheel is broke [Pre Chorus 2] [BREE: low, breathy alto, soft, intimate, airy, fragile, close-mic whisper tone, minimal projection, lives in lower register.] throw my hands to the sky let my fate be decided by the speed, by the wind by the grain, by the grit [Chorus 2] [BREE: lead vocals - low, breathy alto, soft, intimate, airy, fragile, close-mic whisper tone, minimal projection, lives in lower register.] [Luc: backing vocals] the me who’s most me, is attempting to flee the end of the day sunsets lonely from the crack of the dawn staring blankly all i wanted was to be safe in your arms [Post Chorus] but now it’s all gone wrong… [Insturmental] [Bridge 1] [BREE: low, breathy alto, soft, intimate, airy, fragile, close-mic whisper tone, minimal projection, lives in lower register.] everywhere there’s reminders that I was here in the cracks in the floor in the contours of the sagging mattress foam [Bridge 2] [LUC: lead vocals, bright, sharp mezzo soprano, forward, powerful, cutting, projected, theatrical tone, strong upper-mid presence.] Something here that I can’t explain You’ve seen my eyes, you know my name you’ve worn my ache in the lines of your face when will you admit that we’re one and the same? [Chorus 3] [LUC: lead vocals, bright, sharp mezzo soprano, forward, powerful, cutting, projected, theatrical tone, strong upper-mid presence.] BREE: low, breathy alto, soft, intimate, airy, fragile, close-mic whisper tone, minimal projection, lives in lower register. the me who’s not me though i’m trying to see a future where there’s still a place for me a memory of somebody the person I was meant to be are we never going to be at home in this revelry? [Outro] [End]