[Intro]
\n[Soft Piano, Distant Ambient Wind, Light Guitar Harmonics]
\n[Spoken Vocal]
\nIt rarely happens all at once.
\nChange does not arrive by chance.
\nIt arrives as accumulation…
\nUntil suddenly unreliable…
\nBecomes undeniable.<\/p>\n
[Verse 1]
\nA small imbalance in the system
\nA shift too slight to name
\nA quiet drift in baseline rules
\nThat never looks the same<\/p>\n
You carry on through daily noise
\nAssuming it will pass
\nNot noticing the pattern
\nForming in the glass<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nA line becomes a signal
\n(A signal becomes more)
\nWhat once was barely visible
\n(Starts knocking at the door)<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nOne day
\n(Along the way)
\nYou notice
\n(An injustice)<\/p>\n
Askew…
\n(What was one or two)
\nGrew and grew
\n(And grew, too)<\/p>\n
The wait gained weight<\/p>\n
[Verse 2]
\nThe numbers start to gather
\nThe edges start to fray
\nWhat felt like coincidence
\nNo longer fades away
\nThe curve begins to steepen
\nThe baseline rearranged
\nAnd what you thought was stable
\nIs quietly exchanged<\/p>\n
[Pre-Chorus]
\nA whisper becomes warning
\n(A warning becomes sound)
\nWhat once was scattered signals
\n(Begins begins screaming all around)<\/p>\n
[Chorus]
\nOne day
\n(Along the way)
\nYou notice
\n(An injustice)<\/p>\n
Askew…
\n(What was one or two)
\nGrew and grew
\n(And grew, too)
\nThe wait gained weight<\/p>\n
[Bridge]
\n[Music Drops to Bass, Piano, Sparse Percussion]
\nIt wasn’t sudden…
\nIt wasn’t loud…
\nIt was layered expectation
\nUnderneath a growing cloud<\/p>\n
Each step too small to measure
\nEach change too slow to feel
\nUntil the accumulation
\nMakes the abstract suddenly real<\/p>\n
[Build]
\nSmall shifts
\n(Becoming trend)
\nLost ground
\n(Without an end)
\nQuiet drift
\n(Becomes demand)
\nUntil you finally understand<\/p>\n
[Final Chorus]
\nOne day
\n(Along the way)
\nYou notice
\n(An injustice)
\nNo longer hidden
\n(No disguise)
\nIt was always forming
\n(Before your eyes)<\/p>\n
Askew…
\n(What was one or two)
\nGrew and grew
\n(And grew, too)<\/p>\n
The wait gained weight
\n(No debate)
\nToo, too late<\/p>\n
[Outro]
\n[Ambient Piano and Soft Wind]
\nOne day…
\nIs never really one day.
\nIt is many ways…
\n(In many days)<\/p>\n
Until now…
\n(And now you know)
\n[Fade Out]<\/p>\n