[Intro]
[Wind Noise, Distorted Guitar Harmonics, Organ Drone, Slow Drum Pulse]
[Spoken Vocal]
There comes a point…
When the cracks are formin’ a joint…
You stop seeing the original fracture.
The damage itself begins to obscure the view.
(For you… it’s true)
It’s getting hard to see
(Except for the cracks… obviously)
[Verse 1]
The windshield’s still together
But barely just the same
Lines cross lines in every direction
No longer easy to name
What started as a single nick
Has branched across the whole
A thousand tiny pathways grew thick
Connecting pole to pole
[Refrain]
Golly
(Gettin’ hard to see)
I mean…
(Really)
It’s getting hard to see
(Except for the cracks… obviously)
[Chorus]
Frame 3
(Gettin’ hard to see)
Hidden damage spreads
(Pulling all the threads)
Until who knows…
(The emperor wears no clothes)
Signals overlap
(Harder to compose)
[Verse 2]
Floods follow droughts
Heat follows rain
Markets ride uncertainty
Trying to explain
The headlines multiply
The denialists disagree
But the fractures keep expanding
For everyone to see
[Pre-Chorus]
One crack here
(One crack there)
One more burden
(Everywhere)
It’s getting hard to see
(Except for the cracks… obviously)
[Refrain]
Golly
(Gettin’ hard to see)
I mean…
(Really)
[Chorus]
Frame 3
(Gettin’ hard to see)
Hidden damage spreads
(Pulling all the threads)
Until you know…
(The emperor wears no clothes)
The view grows fractured
(Through every window)
[Bridge]
[Music Drops to Bass, Piano, and Ambient Synth]
It’s getting hard to see
(Except for the cracks… obviously)
[Build]
More connections
(More complexity)
More uncertainty
(More intensity)
More pathways
(More revealed)
Less ability
(To conceal)
[Instrumental Break]
[Jagged Guitar Lead Mimicking Branching Cracks]
[Final Chorus]
[Full Band, Choir Harmony]
Frame 3
(Gettin’ hard to see)
The fractures multiply
(Beyond simplicity)
Frame 3
(Gettin’ hard to see)
Hidden damage spreads
(Pulling all the threads)
Until who knows…
(The emperor wears no clothes)
The cracks tell stories
(We all chose)
[Outro]
[Drums Fade, Organ Sustains]
What began as a tiny line…
Has become all of time.
What became askew…
Now shapes the view
(It’s true)
[Fade Out]
Gettin’ hard to see…
Really…
Gettin’ hard to see…
(It’s getting hard to see)
Except for the cracks… obviously
(Except for the cracks… obviously)
From the album “Cracked Windshield“