In "Call It In," Editors trace a devotion that keeps collapsing under its own weight. The beloved is imagined as a lighthouse, yet every surge of faith ends with the same command to kneel and kiss the ground, as if reverence and humiliation have fused. The repeated image of something lingering like a fingerprint captures how grief and doubt refuse to wash away. Calling it in becomes a plea to admit the ache, the feeling of being counterfeit, and the fear that always waits beneath the surface.
Call It In Lyrics by Editors
I’m imagining your power out
Crucifixion kisses hush the crowd
And it all breaks down, it all breaks down
Get on your knees and kiss the ground
Everything that I believe is you
You’re a lighthouse giving hope to the crew
And it all breaks down, it all breaks down
Get on your knees and kiss the ground
Surface echo and sound
Surface echo and sound
It lingers like a fingerprint, so call it in
Melancholy, never over it
Just call it in, call it in
I watch you as you strike the match
Wearing your heart on your sleeve like a badge
And it all breaks down, it all breaks down
Get on your knees and kiss the ground
Surface echo and sound
Surface echo and sound
It lingers like a fingerprint, so call it in
Melancholy, never over it
So call it in
If you’re feeling like a counterfeit
Just call it in
It lingers like a fingerprint
So call it in, call it in
And we always fear the sound of something
And we always fear the sound of something
The sound of something
We always fear
It lingers like a fingerprint, so call it in
Melancholy, never over it
So call it in
If you’re feeling like a counterfeit
Just call it in
It lingers like a fingerprint
Just call it in, call it in
And we always fear the sound of something
And we always fear the sound of something
