Lyrics
[Intro] Hold it, hold it
(hold it)
[Drop] Slip
(slip)
[Break] Under mountains, leaning, neither plate gives way,
Moving like a fingernail, a little every day.
Every year the pressure banks a little more,
Locked inside the stone like letters in a drawer.
[Build] Hold it, hold it, hold it in,
Centuries of tension pulling thin.
(pulling thin)
[Drop] Slip
(slip)
Hold it, hold it
(hold it)
[Break] In the lab a needle draws a quiet line,
Little ticks and wobbles, every reading fine.
Then the needle jumps and runs right off the sheet,
Centuries let out in seconds under every street.
[Build] Four point one, five point two,
Six point eight and coming through.
(coming through)
[Drop] Slip
(slip)
Slip
(slip)
[Break] After it the lamps swing on their chains,
Cups walk off the shelf and every dog complains.
Then the ground goes still, and nothing lines up true,
Every fence a metre over, every road cut in two.
[Break] [Final Drop] Now the plates lock up and start again,
Another few hundred years of holding, and then.
(and then)
[Outro] Hold it, hold it
(hold it)
[Solo] [Outro] Hold it, hold it
(hold it) [Solo]