Tilted Horizons

{lopsided 5/4 machine-drum entrance,

throbbing sub-bass, muted guitar harmonics,

thin analog keys}

I count the cracks in the ceiling

Five steps, then I lose the floor

Your name keeps changing its meaning I turn the lock,

then turn once more (ooh)

{close vocal, restrained

rim-and-shaker grid}

The room bends out of measure

I breathe between the bars

If I could hold it together

I'd know where you are

(ahhhh) {filter lift, lead line enters quietly} Meet me

where the night splits open

One more turn and we fall through

I can't stand still,

I can't stay broken All my signals lean toward you (yeah)

{widescreen

pads, insistent FM lead}

Static climbs the window

I read your face in passing cars

Every answer comes up tilted Every silence leaves a mark

(ooh) {drop back to close vocal and rim grid} Take the straight

road from me

I only know

the

bend Count it wrong,

then count again

Till the night begins

(ahhhh) {half-lit breakdown, drums fracture,

bass holds} Meet me

where the night splits open

One more turn and we fall through I can't stand still,

I can't stay broken All my signals lean toward you

Lean toward you

(yeah) {octave harmonies, full pads,

lead line forward} Five steps under midnight I keep leaning back to

you (ooh) {FM lead farewell,

pads recede, rim grid dissolves}