A quick little beat starts under a wide string swell.

Björk comes in on All these accidents, stretching over that same stepping beat.

Emotional landscapes — and the strings are already painting that big upper line.

Hear the low weight lift a little, without the song flipping into a new room.

First chorus: This state of emergency. The voice climbs, but the beat stays calm under it.

After that it tears and falls back into the same beat and string weather.

Emotional landscapes again — same phrase, more like she already knows the path.

Emergency returns on the same words, just with more forward push.

The held mass clears just enough for the last stretch.

Short State of emergency — almost just a flare of the line.

Now the Icelandic comes through the English: Allt sem hann sér.

We're back in the opening pattern, only looser around the edges.

The quick beat lets go first, then the whole thing thins out.