[Intro, shifting 7/8→11/8, unstable accents; Sax lead, breathy + fractured] Where are you located— distance always turns desire into a question [Verse, sliding bass + off-grid drums; Female vocal, slightly delayed] I wish things were raised, brought up to meet what we’ve made, left behind somehow You took breath away— not gently, but like a shift in pressure and light [Instrumental Break, horn cluster + modular glitch; Layered sax + trumpet dissonance] If anyone knows, context is everything here— truth bends without it Always amazes— the things we cannot quite do but keep watching still [Bridge, rhythmic displacement, percussion scatter; Spoken fragments, panned] Waiting for returns, cities held in suspension, time looping itself Something prehistoric and ridiculous colliding— violence as humor [Outro, collapsing groove, horns fading; Fragmented vocal echo] Beauty split in two— softness shaped against the edge of something sharper Words get rearranged, bodies turned into language no one asked to read
