Spor 01 · 108 BPM
Small Corrections
Spotify · Small Corrections
Tekster
Dansk
[Vers 1] Kedlen klikker to gange i personalerummet. Regn på vinduet. Blå opslagstavle. En strålende dag. Årlig personalefest. Kanter tebrune. Ingen tager det ned. [Omkvæd] Grønt lys, sideport. Samme række, samme ansigt. Små rettelser går gennem mig. [Vers 2] Mara tæller skeer ude af takt. Seks, syv. Seks igen. Hendes skilt vender sig. Hun vender det tilbage. Mit har en ny linje. Min tommelfinger bliver sort. [Omkvæd] Grønt lys, sideport. Samme række, samme ansigt. Små rettelser går gennem mig. [Vers 3] Klokken ti misser elevatoren femte sal. Ingen ser op. Knappen skinner under mit ærme. Jeg trykker én gang. Ærmet beholder en grå halvmåne. [Mellemstykke] Frokost i folie. Te i papkrus. Eli begynder på en joke. Uret skærer ind. Kedel. Regn. Skilt. En stol vendt rundt. Intet yderligere spørgsmål. Den anden sætning venter. [Omkvæd] Grønt lys, sideport. Samme række, samme ansigt. Små rettelser går gennem mig. [Vers 4] Mara siger min mors navn ned i sin kop. Ingen vender sig. Ingen ser op. Hjemme bliver opslaget varmt under en ske. Det gamle ord viser sig. Jeg vasker koppen to gange.
Originale engelske tekster
[Verse 1] Kettle clicks twice in the staff room. Rain on the window. Blue noticeboard. A Glorious Day. Annual Staff Celebration. Edges tea-brown. No one takes it down. [Hook] Green light, side gate. Same line, same face. Small corrections go through me. [Verse 2] Mara counts spoons out of time. Six, seven. Six again. Her badge turns over. She turns it back. Mine has a new line. My thumb comes black. [Hook] Green light, side gate. Same line, same face. Small corrections go through me. [Verse 3] At ten the lift misses floor five. Nobody looks up. The button shines under my sleeve. I press it once. The sleeve keeps a grey half-moon. [Break] Lunch in foil. Tea in paper cups. Eli starts a joke. The clock cuts in. Kettle. Rain. Badge. One chair turned round. No further issue. The second sentence waits. [Hook] Green light, side gate. Same line, same face. Small corrections go through me. [Verse 4] Mara says my mum's name into her cup. No one turns round. No one looks up. At home, the notice warms under a spoon. The old word shows. I wash the cup twice.