Verse 1
(Lead vocal in soft, processed falsetto)
You traced lines on my wrist bone,
Like the streams on granite face,
Said, 'These aren't meant to change,'
And I believed in the grace.
We stood on the porch in December,
The pines were all dusted with salt.
Your coat still holds the smoke of the incense,
That we never could burn to a fault.
Pre-Chorus
(Synth pad swells slowly, the delay/reverb increases)
And I'm caught in the haze
Where the silence is breaking.
The waiting carries the weight
Of all my best parts that are shaking.
Chorus (The Wall of Sound)
(Multiple vocal layers/choir harmonies, heavy, slow, glitched electronic drums enter)
**We are the snow that refuses to thaw,**
We're a code that is meant to remain.
An endless 'yes' that defies every flaw,
Despite all the ruin and rain.
(Oh, the house is still under construction)
Yeah, it's still under construction.
Verse 2
(Back to intimate sound, more abstract and full of texture)
It's an error, $3-3-5$, an echo
Where the cold meets the old iron sign.
**You speak in braille, I read the wind's arc,**
And that's how we keep the divine.
The color of your ash on the screen
Shows how much you still have to move.
It's a fixed calculation in $4/4$
Where the love doesn't need to prove.
Bridge (The Climax)
(Dynamics build rapidly. The falsetto becomes more strained, a warped saxophone sample or synth enters)
I only sing what remained.
The sharp math of a single touch,
The equation that saved us too much.
But the weight, **the weight of it all is '29'**
And I don't know if it's yours or if it's mine.
Outro
(The sound breaks down, slowly dissolving into just the vocal sample and reverb trail)
(Oh, the house is still under construction)
Yeah, it's still under construction.
Despite all the ruin and rain.
