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(ooh) Under the rail line,
the room leans blue I count the gaps when the last train
moves Your name comes back through a broken cone Half in the
air, half in the stone I keep my hands where the low
end shakes Little red signs and the coffee stains Same old motif
in a colder key Stays in my chest when it brushes me
It circles back, slow and sure
A shape I know through concrete air
It circles back,
slow and sure
And I let it pull me there
Stay where the signal bends Hold me inside that sound
Same little melody again
Lost and still pulling me down
Stay when the platform hums Near but I can't make it clear
Same little melody again
Far, but it finds me here Steel in the walls and the
dust in the light Old announcements blur into the night You were
a spark in a passing frame Now every pattern repeats your shape
My footsteps fold with the kick and drag Cold on the tiles
with a shoulder bag I hear that turn in the chord again
A worn-out mercy beneath my skin
Stay where the signal bends Hold me inside that sound
Same little melody again
Lost and still pulling me down
Stay when the platform hums
Near but I can't make it clear
Same little melody again
Far, but it finds me here
Same little melody again (ooh)