[Intro] I was going to walk to the shop, and I was sure I had bought crisps yesterday, or maybe it was the version of me from ten years ago who stood in this exact aisle.

[Verse 1]

[Voice 1] The pavement hums beneath my boots, same gray, same cracks, same street, I’m counting down the rhythmic click of heels and rushing feet. Dropped into the corner shop, just grabbing crisps to pass the time, Checking off the inventory of a day that doesn't rhyme.

[Voice 2] I didn’t know it then, of course, the weight of what I’d see, Or how the clock would stutter when he finally looked at me.

[Voice 1] There’s a shadow by the bus stop, same cut of coat, same stand, I’ve seen him three times this week, phone glowing in his hand. Is he a glitch in the geometry? Or just a guy named Dave? Am I a ghost caught in the current, or a fool who needs to behave?

[Voice 2] I was worried about the weather, about the mundane, quiet cold, Before I realized the script was just a story already told.

[Chorus]

”Tillings of the Time”

If the breath hit the air and you shape the sound,

If the specific silence is finally bound,

If you speak it out, it sets the memory free,

And all the "was" and "will be" wash away.

Say it once, and I’ll know who you are, Back to the start, beneath the same star.

[Post Chorus] ”Hello World!” Fuck You! Fuck You!

[Verse 2]

[Voice 1] He’s closing in, the distance shrinks, the rhythm’s off-beat now, I’m running through the logic, trying to smooth the furrowed brow. The streetlamp flickers once, twice—a code I can’t translate, Is this the "Morpheus" moment? The turning of the gate? He’s looking up, he’s shifting weight, he’s reaching for a word, I’m holding my breath for the trigger, for the sound I’ve never heard.

[Voice 2] I thought I was the player, staring down the final screen, I didn’t know I was the artifact, the space between the scene.

[Voice 1] My heart is a drum in the silence, my palms are slick with sweat, I’m waiting for the phrase to flip the board on every debt. But he just walks on past me, eyes fixed on somewhere else, Leaving me with nothing but the echo of myself.

[Voice 2] (The crisps were stale, the rain set in, the loop remained quite tight, I’d be back at that same bus stop by the coming of the light.)