Deja Vu Sky

country, Moody alt-pop ballad with female vocals; soft piano and airy pads in the verses, low pulsing bass under a tight, half-time beat, Chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and distant, stormy reverb tails, Second pass adds subtle distorted guitar swells and a lifted drum groove, ending on a lingering vocal echo over sparse keys

[Verse 1] Leonardo’s coming, they said his name like a headline ghost on every frame “Greatest floods in a hundred years” I’m counting sandbags, you’re counting fears Atmospheric rivers on the radio maps bleed red where the waters go Feels like something I’ve watched before same tight chest by the grocery door [Chorus] Is this déjà vu sky or am I losing my mind again? They promise “once in a lifetime” but the story just hits rewind All these forecasts, all this shame I can’t tell the storm from the game I taste salt that never fell Are we drowning or sold a spell? [Verse 2] I hear them arguing who’s to blame from a dry warm room, far from the rain I mop my floor while the anchors shout counting the ways we’re all washing out They called it once, they’ll call it twice every “new depression” has a price I see a country, slow decay little pieces swept away [Chorus] Is this déjà vu sky or am I losing my mind again? They promise “once in a lifetime” but the story just hits rewind All these forecasts, all this shame I can’t tell the storm from the game I taste salt that never fell Are we drowning or sold a spell? [Bridge] Who would break a place like this street by street, brick by brick for a headline, for a chart for a colder, quieter heart? Fifty years behind the sun we just patch, we never run from the nightmare when it turns (oh) will we ever learn? [Chorus] Is this déjà vu sky or am I losing my mind again? They promise “once in a lifetime” while the same old sirens spin All these forecasts, all this shame I can’t tell the storm from the game I taste salt that never fell Are we drowning or sold a spell?

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