[Intro - filtered arpeggio, no drums] [Verse 1 - sparse, heavy reverb] Sidewalk steaming, tar on my shoes Whole block humming like a cage of nightingales [Build - filter opens] Nobody told me it would taste like this Nobody told me [Drop - vocal hook, chopped] Summer got teeth Bite down Summer got time Slow down [Verse 2 - sparse] Cheapest kind of luck is the kind you touch Cheapest kind of luck [Breakdown - pads and one lone voice] There's a hole in the screen where the evening gets in Let it in Let it in [Build - long, rising arpeggio] Nobody told me it would taste like this Nobody told me [Final Drop - full, hook doubled] Summer got teeth Bite down Summer got time Slow down Everything I own fits in a line Summer got teeth [Outro - arpeggio fades alone]
