[Intro] [Heavy, dusty vinyl crackle] [Bass enters alone: extremely slow, deep, thumping notes with long silences between] [Guitar enters with a thick, wet chorus effect, playing a single ringing chord every four bars] [Verse 1] The clock on the wall is just a fuckin' liar Watching the smoke rise, a ghost on a wire My heart’s beating slow, like a drum in the mud I can feel the bassline pumping through my blood The fridge is humming a low, lonely tune Under the cold, pale light of a paper moon I’m just a shadow stretched out on the floor I don't think I can move my legs anymore [Chorus] We’re moving in slow motion static Everything’s heavy, everything’s cinematic Seventy beats, dragging through the dark Just a faint glow, just a dying spark Yeah, let the world spin... I’m staying right here [Deep, vibrating bass slide] [Verse 2] The streetlights are flickering, out of breath The neighborhood's quiet, as silent as death I’m staring at my hands, they don't look like mine Just a blur of skin and a fuckin' straight line The chorus on the guitar is washing me away Into the blue-grey light of a coming day It’s a beautiful weight, a heavy-set grace Floating through the gaps in time and space [Chorus] We’re moving in slow motion static Everything’s heavy, everything’s cinematic Seventy beats, dragging through the dark Just a faint glow, just a dying spark [Bridge] [The drums drop out completely] [Bass plays a slow, melodic, and lonely walking pattern] [Guitar solo is sparse: just three or four notes with massive sustain and heavy reverb] [Spoken in a gravelly, tired whisper: "Everything’s just... lagging."] [Outro] [Tempo drags even slower, almost coming to a halt] [Husky baritone hums a low, dissonant melody] Slow motion... Static in the air... [The bass hits one final, low, distorted note that vibrates for ten seconds] [Vinyl crackle fades out into a rhythmic pop] [End]
