OFF THE RECORD | Room Zero

Five names come up the chute for the fire; four are already crossed out, and the fifth is clean. The clerk who should burn the page knows the handwriting that crossed the others. She folds it small and puts it inside her coat — and somewhere in the block, a window that should be dark stays lit. Listen / save on Spotify & Apple Music: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/roomzero/off-the-record 00:00 Instrumental Intro 00:04 Instrumental - three pairs of military boots approach 00:09 Instrumental - a distant muffled cry swallowed by the rain 00:14 Instrumental - three pairs of military boots approach 00:24 Instrumental - a vast portrait's cold stare 00:30 Instrumental - windows go dark one by one 00:36 Instrumental - one fragile piano note hangs alone 00:44 Instrumental - a van door slams 00:48 Instrumental - very faint and far, one held female hum 00:56 Verse 01:20 Build / Verse 01:35 Verse 01:44 Pre-Chorus 01:52 Chorus 02:14 Memory 02:23 Memory / Verse 02:31 Verse 02:48 Interlude - Piano 03:03 Eruption 03:29 Chorus 03:41 Verse 04:07 Bridge 04:31 Build / Verse 04:50 Final Chorus 05:14 Outro 05:36 Humming 05:44 a whistle answers from far away 05:51 the light goes out / the rain stops Lyrics: Seven years the rain has kept its shape I wake before the sirens do Tonight the street took one more coat Same window. Same wet glass. Same me. The chute brings yesterday to my desk Today it brings a page for the fire Five names, one ink, one steady hand Four are crossed. One is clean. I know that hand. It stamps the mornings now. Off the record, I was there [Backing Choir - hushed] Quand il pleut Off the record, so were you [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut Next of kin: they wrote down "none" Off the record, that was me Same street, same rain, another coat The same curls stuck to an older brow Two hands beside him smelled of keys A man stood in the doorway, dry You saw it all. By morning you had not. Chante-la quand il pleut She wrote it on the page above the notes Chante-la quand il pleut A line walks down into the ground [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut The lights swing slow to count them in A hat. A hand. A page of notes. By morning it was paving stone And every morning we stand on it Off the record, I was there [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut Off the record, so were you [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut Next of kin: they wrote down "none" Off the record, that was me A carpet on the seventh floor Her piano wears a cover now A scarf, a coat, along the floor He pours the red. I drink it slow. A narrow bed above the bar A coat too clean upon the nail Same scarf. Same floor. A colder glass. Tu ne te souviens pas de moi Tu ne te souviens pas de moi The page they told me I would burn I folded small, the way he does A square of paper, warm as a coin Inside the coat. Against the cold. Off the record, I was there [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut Off the record, I still am [Backing Choir] Quand il pleut Next of kin: they wrote down "none" Off the record, write me in [Backing Choir - enormous, then cut] Quand il pleut Room Zero — films you watch with your ears. Visuals and music were created with the help of AI tools (Suno, Kling, Claude).