[Intro][Spoken Word] [flat synthetic voice, dry, no affect]
Transcribing. Confidence: high.

[arpeggio enters, slightly detuned]

[Verse 1]
[Male Vocal]
I said mote — the speck in a brother's eye,
the smallest thing that still won't die.
[Spoken Word] [flat synthetic voice, interrupting] Mode.
I said moot — the argument already dead.
[Spoken Word] [flat synthetic voice] Mood.
[gated drums enter]
You heard the sound. You missed the head.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every word arrives a little wrong,
a near-miss riding on the back of a song.

[Chorus]
My addiction is not clear enough,
say it again, say it again, closer to the cuff.
I never said the thing you wrote —
you heard a word, you kept the note.
My addiction is not clear enough.

[Verse 2]
[Male Vocal]
Ticked a box for ninety-nine years,
closed access, sealed, no witnesses.
One mote of me in a database row,
a slang word walked into the record and stayed.
[synth pad swells, drums drop out]
Straight. Independent. Nothing to declare.
The form asks who — never asks where.

[Chorus]
My addiction is not clear enough,
say it again, say it again, closer to the cuff.
I never said the thing you wrote —
you heard a word, you kept the note.
My addiction is not clear enough.

[Bridge]
[Half Time] [bass drops an octave]
They laid him on the green —
somebody heard a Lady Mondegreen.
She was never born, she never died,
she only exists on the wrong side of the ear.
Now she's counted. Now she's filed.
Now she's real for ninety-nine years.

[Instrumental Break]
[tape flutter, arpeggio stutters and drops a beat]
(mmm... hmm...)

[Verse 3]
[Male Vocal]
Two n's is a year of wonders,
one n is a schoolyard laugh.
Grandfather sky, mis-Latinised,
giggling at us from the back of the graph.
[Spoken Word] [flat synthetic voice] Correction applied.
Nobody asked you. Nobody asked.

[Final Chorus]
[Build Up] [drums return, brighter]
My addiction is not clear enough,
say it again, say it again, closer to the cuff.
I never said the thing you wrote —
you heard a word, you kept the note.
My diction is not clear enough.

[Outro]
[percussion drops out, single sustained pad]
[Male Vocal]
Let it stand.
[Spoken Word] [flat synthetic voice, quiet]
Stet.
[Fade Out]