Lyric
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[Intro]
(Slow, muffled piano chords. The sound of a distant ticking clock.)
[Verse 1]
Dust motes dancing in a sliver of light
I’ve been watching them since half-past five
The kettle’s cold and the floorboards ache
I’m running out of excuses to make
Phone’s face down like a fallen solider
Every minute feels a decade older
[Chorus]
Don’t ask me for a spark, I’m burnt to the wick
The gears in my chest are starting to stick
I’m not drowning, I’m just staying still
Waiting for the world to lose its thrill
Heavy as a stone, light as a ghost
The ghost of the girl who used to do the most
[Verse 2]
There’s a stack of mail by the crooked door
I don’t care what the world is asking for
My shadow is the only thing that moves
Tracing out the same old hollow grooves
The ceiling has a map of places I won't go
I’m perfectly fine with the vertigo
[Chorus]
Don’t ask me for a spark, I’m burnt to the wick
The gears in my chest are starting to stick
I’m not drowning, I’m just staying still
Waiting for the world to lose its thrill
Heavy as a stone, light as a ghost
The ghost of the girl who used to do the most
[Bridge]
(Tempo slows, vocals become a tired whisper)
Let the grass grow through the floor
I don’t want to win the war
If the clock stops, let it lie
I’m just watching the day go by
Just watching the day go by...
[Guitar Solo]
(Lazy, bluesy electric guitar with heavy reverb, trailing off into feedback)
[Outro]
Static in the curtains
Empty in the glass
Let the hours crumble
Let the seasons pass
(Fade out on a single, low bass note)




