adrift · observant · suspended
The feeling of moving through a world that doesn't know your name — a Tuesday afternoon in a city you've never visited, where every stranger has a whole life you'll never touch.
Strangers Who Don't See You
Verse 1
We walk the numbered streets without a map
Past laundromats and menus we can't read
A woman laughs into her phone — she's not laughing for us
The buses come and go with somewhere else to be
Chorus
We are Tuesday afternoon
We are no one's story here
Every window holds a whole other world
And we are standing at the edge of it
Unrecognized, unhurried, almost free
Almost free
Verse 2
We order coffee just to have a reason to stay
The cup is small, the spoon is wrong, the sugar's on the left
A pigeon lands exactly where it meant to
This city knows its rituals — we are guests
Chorus
We are Tuesday afternoon
We are no one's story here
Every window holds a whole other world
And we are standing at the edge of it
Unrecognized, unhurried, almost free
Almost free
Bridge
Maybe this is what we needed all along
To be the blur in someone else's peripheral vision
To have no history on this particular block
To feel the size of everything we haven't chosen
Outro
The afternoon goes gold across the rooftops
We could be anyone
We could be anyone
Instrumental Outro
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