A black and white stage in haze under a single spotlight: empty microphone stands, a drum kit and a guitar leaning on an amp, seen past the heads of the crowd

From Fathom, Track 13, 128 bpm

Redshift

Things drifting away are growing, and nothing is lost.

“It isn't leaving, it is growing”

Lyrics

Everything I point it to
Is leaning to the red
The farther out, the deeper hue
And every one of them has fled

They say it is the shade of gone
The color of the ones that flee
But every one is shining on
And every one is racing free

It isn't leaving, it is growing
It isn't loss, it's room to be
Every red is something going
Farther out and still as free

So when the ones I love go red
And drift beyond the edge of sight
It isn't distance, it's the spread
And spreading is a kind of light

It isn't leaving, it is growing
It isn't loss, it's room to be
Every red is something going
Farther out and still as free

Let it stretch, let it run
Let it redden, every one
Nothing's leaving, it's just wide
Nothing's lost, it's just outside

It isn't leaving, it is growing
It isn't loss, it's room to be
Every red is something going
Farther out and still as free

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