In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts
And the exit sign offers no light to see by
Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?
I can't see without you

When the [bad word] crashing down
Part with it
Start again
When the [bad word] crashing down
These notes will fold themselves
Standing at the margin's edge to see where the daybreak ends
You can [bad word] here
But the page turns too fast

We fell in this hole that opened up
Giving up on hope
Living without love
And we still type black lines
When the [bad word] crashing down
These notes will fold themselves

Adjust the aperture to focus on the negative
Like phosphors in the darkroom ignite
Like dodging faces in the corner of the print
Frame by frame this hole is opening and we fall in

There is no such thing as whole