[Verse] The clock strikes twelve, the numbers slide, I reach to catch them and they hide. My shadow moves a beat too late, The mirror won't negotiate. The bassline cuts beneath my skin, The walls lean out, the beams cave in. One blink, the ceiling turns to glass, I watch the evening drift right past. [Pre-Chorus] The seconds stretch, the colours split, The ground forgets where I should sit. [Chorus] Out of orbit, Nothing stays where I left it. Every straight line starts to twist, The world runs liquid through my fist. I can't feel the border of me Where I end, the room begins to breathe. One more second and I'm gone, The current swallows, moving on. Ah-ah, gravity slips, Ah-ah, the whole place tilts. Out... Out... Out... Out of orbit. [Verse] The exit leads straight to the sea, A red moon flickers over me. A voice breathes secrets through the air, But every answer lands elsewhere. Its face is blurred, then rearranges, Then it's mine, the mirror changes. It points towards a shrinking door That wasn't there a breath before. [Pre-Chorus] The rhythm runs backwards through the floor, I'm not sure who's keeping score. [Chorus] Out of orbit, The dark has changed its coordinates. The roof drifts under both my feet, Silence dances to the beat. I reach for something I can trust, It crumbles into dreaming dust. No edge, no centre, no design The patterns know that they are mine. Oh-oh, the certainty bends, Oh-oh, where does it end? Out... Out... Out... Out of orbit. [Verse] Pale blue moonlight fills the room, Though each dial swears that it is noon. It pulls me down a different street, Cars hang suspended over me. My phone displays tomorrow's date, The digits melt before they fade. I touch the glass; it ripples wide, My double smiles from the other side. [Bridge] Maybe time was always strange, Perhaps my eyes have rearranged The ordinary into art Or tore a fault line through my heart. I hear the morning, thin and grey, Collecting what the night threw away. The scene comes back in fragments, slow Which one of us was real? I don't know. The bass drops out, the lights turn white, One final pulse rewrites the night. [Final Chorus] Out of orbit, Even daylight can't restore it. Each street looks freshly drawn, The hours have lost their dawn. I walk away, but something stays A crooked rhythm through my days. The empty morning makes it clear: I left something of myself down there. Out... Out... Out... Out of orbit. My footsteps leave a trail of sparks, The pavement hums beneath the dark. Out of orbit... Out of orbit...
