Imagine a concert with a single song performed over and over and where the musicians are also athletes, where the concert hall becomes a theatre, an arena, a gymnasium – all this set to the beat of a compulsive and random metronome. 

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
‘TILL YOU DIE
‘TILL I DIE
‘TILL WE ALL DIE

KNOCK KNOCK
WHO’S THERE?
IT’S YOUR GRIEF FROM THE PAST
NOT POSSIBLE
FOR ALL TIME SAKE 
CAUSE
GRIEF IS LIKE A ROCK
IN YOUR HEAD
IT’S HARD IT’S ROUGH
IT’S JUST ALWAYS THERE
IT’S SALTY
I CAN TASTE IT ON THE DROP
ROLLING DOWN MY NOSE
GRIEF IS LIKE A BLOCK
IN YOUR HEAD 
ALL SINCE THEN 
I HEAT THE ROCK
I SAND THE ROCK
I MOVE THE BLOCK 
I CAN TASTE IT ON THE DROP
ROLLING DOWN MY NOSE
GRIEF IS LIKE A BLOCK
IN YOUR HEAD
IT’S HARD
IT’S ROUGH

SHIFTING SHAPE
TURNING SWEET
GRIEF BECOMES A GRAPE

AT THIS VERY MOMENT
WHEN OTHERS ARE ON MUTE
THE GRAPE WILL BURST
YET GRIEF REMAINS A FRUIT. 

ALL WE NEED IS 
THAT IT FINDS ITS WAY
STREAMING DOWN THE WALLS
GRIEF IS HERE TO STAY.

ALL WE NEED IS 

THAT IT FINDS ITS WAY
SNAP, BREAK, CRACK, FOLDS, RIPPLES
GRIEF IS HERE TO STAY.

ALL WE NEED IS
THAT IT FINDS ITS WAY
GRIEF IS LIKE A LIQUID
AND IT NEVER GOES AWAY

ALL WE NEED IS
THAT IT FINDS ITS WAY
THE EARTH BENEATH YOUR FEET
DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY …

(OH YOU THINK YOU ARE SILENT, AND IN A BUBBLE 
BUT EVERYONE AROUND YOU SMELLS YOUR TROUBLE)