[Intro]
[Three harmonium notes descend into silence before the piano answers.]

[Verse 1 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
At six, the office blinds come down,
The last black car leaves the edge of town.
I lock the front and kill the sign,
Then carry the lost things down the line.
A wedding band, a bus-pass card,
A broken comb, a key-card shard.
I place them where the feather lay,
And hear what objects cannot say.

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I’m weighing hearts after closing time,
Love on the left and loss on the line.
The beam bends low though the brass looks fine;
I’m weighing hearts after closing time.
No judge can leave the sorrow outside—
The scale weighs the hand that stands beside.

[Verse 2 - Anubis, deep male baritone]
A soldier’s watch still gains a beat,
A baker’s apron smells faintly sweet.
A schoolbook bears a careful name,
A motel match remembers flame.
Some hearts are heavy with what they did,
Some with the tenderness that they hid.
Some rise light as an opened door;
Some ask me what the weighing is for.

[Pre-Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I knew the law when stars were clear,
Feather, heart and verdict near.
But grief has altered every sign—
Whose heart is measured here but mine?

[Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I’m weighing hearts after closing time,
Love on the left and loss on the line.
The beam bends low though the brass looks fine;
I’m weighing hearts after closing time.
No judge can leave the sorrow outside—
The scale weighs the hand that stands beside.

[Instrumental Break]
[Cello sustains one low note while the frame drum marks five slow steps.]

[Bridge - Anubis, deep male baritone]
What if a lie was told from fear?
What if forgiveness came too late to hear?
What if a cruel word fed a child,
Could one last kindness turn the scale?
The old law waits for black or white;
The living arrive in borrowed light.
I touch my chest beneath the pin—
What would the scale discover within?

[Breakdown - Anubis, deep male baritone]
No manager.
No ringing phone.
No scripted comfort.
I stand alone.
The brass arm trembles without a weight;
Even the judge must face the gate.

[Final Chorus - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I’m weighing hearts after closing time,
Mercy on one side, law on the line.
The beam won’t settle, the hands won’t align;
I’m weighing hearts after closing time.
Every soul still has a weight—
And so does the hand that guards the gate.

[Outro - Anubis, deep male baritone]
I leave one object upon the plate:
My golden pin.
The scales hesitate.