[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)