[Verse 1] [Spoken-word style, casual, off-beat] A velvet canopy settles over the valley floor The world... quiet... under that heavy white wool All sharp edges smoothed out by a thief of sound We walk with caution through the muted pathway Just a shimmering silence, a blank slate resting Before the warming sun begins to wash away the boundaries [Verse 2] [Syncopated delivery, conversational] Then a slow, rhythmic chatter begins to spill into the streams Silver streaks coming down on the afternoon They call the green and violet from an old memory It’s a gradual process, an awakening of the soil A steady flow calling to the brand new days Where the lightness grows to warm the damp earth [Chorus] [Anthemic, rising energy] But something rises behind the tides of the season An electric current running through a churning fortress The burden of thunder growing too great to bear Until the grey walls finally shatter [Verse 3] [Rapid, rhythmic delivery, cutting across the rhythm] The heat turns everything into a violent theatre A crack of liquid fire illuminating the sleeping burrows The hollow goes blindingly bright, then dims as the world shudders Ozone spilling out, cleansing the stale air An orchestra of chaotic percussion rattling the glass Heaven throwing its weight against the firmament A brief... yet brilliant tantrum Leaving the open ground steaming in the aftermath [Bridge] [Narrative shift, tempo feels unsteady] Then the darkness grows, the color starts to bleed out The fields dried out descend back into slumber A sudden gale strips away the life from the branches Leaving the skeletal remains underneath It's a dry applause, a pendulum swinging between warmth and rust A soft, papery sigh escaping the lungs of the woods A brittle bridge between what was and what is Before the white thief returns to claim the ground [Chorus] [Maximum intensity] But something rises behind the tides of the season An electric current running through a churning fortress The burden of thunder growing too great to bear Until the grey walls finally shatter [Repeat - Bigger] [Passionate, soaring, held notes] Until the grey walls finally shatter Until the grey walls finally shatter [Outro] [Fading, syncopated rhythm] The visual silence A million tiny, crystal hands A churning fortress A soft, papery sigh
