Lyrics
The water fell below the roadThe old town showed its faceThirty years beneath the lakeStill written on the place
The school was leaning toward the mudThe windows filmed with greyI came to catch the empty soundBefore it sank away
Behind a rusted cabinetA wooden box remainedThe little handle would not turnThe brass was dark with age
No spring moved insideNo mechanism stirredBut somewhere in the silenceI could almost hear a word
Low water, pull it backShow me what was left belowLow water, wake the streetsWhere the drowned foundations show
Five small notes begin to playFrom a box that should be deadI came here chasing empty roomsNow something hears me instead
At midnight I returned aloneThe school had lost its lightThe reservoir was black and stillNo wind disturbed the night
One note rang across the roomThen four more joined the soundThe box stayed closed inside my handBut music moved around
I played the recording backAnd raised the lowest toneBeneath the little melodySomething breathed alone
THE SPRING IS DEADTHE LID IS CLOSEDSO WHAT THE FUCKIS PLAYING NOW?
FIVE LITTLE NOTESUNDER THE LAKESOMETHING BELOWHAS STARTED TO WAKE
Low water, pull it backEvery street returns againLow water, wake the darkLet the buried town begin
Five small notes become a callAnd now I know the soundI came to hear what time had leftSomething heard me first
We brought the box back to the campAnd left it on the floorAt midnight all five notes returnedThen someone played one more
