Text: Gold Motel. Slow Emergency.

In a town of small talk
Cicada summers, holidays in the park
Coffee every morning
In a blue-lit room like every other day

There's a slow emergency
I can hear the alarm bell ringing
There's a slow emergency
I can hear the bell in the dark

In the dark
In the dark
In the dark

Counting up the small hours
All repeating, clocking in and out
Television evening
In the blue-lit room like any other night

There's a slow emergency
I can hear the alarm bell ringing
There's a slow emergency
I can hear the bell in the dark

In the dark
In the dark
In the dark

I can make it out
Things are going ok
I'm brushing off my doubts
But they ain't going away

Things are going ok
Things are going OK

I don't wanna know what happens next
I don't
I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
I don't

In the dark
In the dark
In the dark