[Intro]
[bright, jangly electric guitar riff, steady drum beat, melodic bass]

[Verse 1]
[clean electric guitar, driving drums]
Little things get lost in the noise
My half-step between the hours
Nobody wants the quiet stuff
The shadow that the lamp devours
Maybe no one writes it down
Maybe no one has the time
But the smallest shoes are kind of loud
From behind the busy line

[Pre-Chorus]
[bass becomes more melodic, guitar plays rhythmic eighth notes]
I keep turning it over
Pocket change and pocket stones
I keep turning it over
Something sits beneath the bones

[Chorus]
[overdriven guitar, energetic drums]
Not worth a mention
But worth a say
Not worth a mention singing anyway
The words that slip beneath the door
Are the ones we're living for

[Instrumental Break]
[interlocking guitar riffs, driving rhythm section]

[Verse 2]
[guitar tone cleans up slightly]
Morning broke without a fanfare
Daylight fell at borrowed luck
I noticed how the curtains stirred
The way the floorboards softly bucked
Three small birds on the wire
Two of them just watching me
One of them said nothing at all
And that was quite enough for me

[Pre-Chorus]
[rhythmic guitar, steady bass]
I keep turning it over
Second hand and second glance
I keep turning it over
I'm giving half a chance

[Chorus]
[full band energy, vocal grit]
Not worth a mention
But worth a say
Not worth a mention singing anyway
The words that slip beneath the door
Are the ones we're living for

[Bridge]
[drums drop to a simpler beat, palm-muted guitar]
Say the thing that isn't asked
Say the thing that isn't news
Every murmur has its weight
Every whisper has its use

[Chorus]
[climax, loud guitars, crashing cymbals]
Not worth a mention
But worth a say
Not worth a mention singing anyway
The words that slip beneath the door
Are the ones we're living for

[Outro]
[guitar riff fades, final drum hit]