Verse 1

We woke before the clock said anything

And the morning stayed, it wouldn't thin

The coffee cup went cold and came back warm

We counted rooms, we counted every storm

The light moved slow across the kitchen floor

Like it was checking something at the door

Chorus

One day wearing seven faces

We walked through all the same spaces

Over and over until the walls got strange

How does a Saturday hold this much weight

We lived it forward, we lived it again

Something bent in the ordinary frame

Verse 2

The afternoon arrived like a second week

We said the same things twice before we'd speak

We made plans that dissolved before they dried

We sat with what we couldn't push aside

Time doesn't break — it just expands its seams

Filling up with half-remembered things

Chorus

One day wearing seven faces

We walked through all the same spaces

Over and over until the walls got strange

How does a Saturday hold this much weight

We lived it forward, we lived it again

Something bent in the ordinary frame

Bridge

Maybe this is what it means to really be here

Not moving fast but swallowed by the year

Every small hour accumulating cost

We were present, present, present — not lost

Outro

And still it wasn't over

We checked the clock, still Saturday

We checked again — still Saturday

Still here

Instrumental Outro

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