[VERSE 1 — COLD GLITCH TRIP-HOP / CLOSE-MIC / LOW SMOKY MELODY / DUSTY KICK / DISTANT RIM / REVERSED PIANO] I used to think love had one shape, [soft melodic rise / tiny vocal glitch] two hands, one house, one name. [BEAT LEAVES SPACE / SUB PULSE ONLY] But every heart I ever held bent differently inside the frame. [FAINT GUITAR HAZE / PSYCHEDELIC PAN] Some needed silence, some needed space, some needed somewhere safe to fall. [DELAY “fall…” ACROSS STEREO] And I kept trying to call it love when it was barely love at all. [PRE-CHORUS — HOUSE PULSE EMERGES / BOLERO PERCUSSION GHOSTS IN / TRANCE PAD RISE] Then you came close enough to make me wonder— [DRUMS CUT / BREATH DELAY] maybe love was never meant to fit. [REVERSED VOCAL TAIL] Maybe it was meant to become. [CHORUS — TRANCE-BOLERO BLOOM / PSYCHEDELIC NEO-HOUSE GROOVE / WIDE SYNTHS / SOFT FOUR-ON-THE-FLOOR UNDERCURRENT] I almost found Lovetopia in you, [OPEN “Lovetopia” INTO LONG CELESTIAL REVERB] somewhere love has the right dimensions, [BOLERO PERCUSSION ANSWERS VOCAL / GHOST HARMONIES] where your edges meet mine without either one losing definition. [SUB-BASS SWELL / GLASSY TRANCE ARP] In Lovetopia, nothing has to disappear. Love just finds its perfect shape [BEAT DROPS OUT FOR ONE BREATH] and somehow we both fit here. [POST-CHORUS — 2-BAR PSYCHEDELIC NEO-HOUSE DRIFT / REVERSED PIANO / “HERE…” ECHO] [VERSE 2 — TRIP-HOP RETURNS / SLIGHTLY WIDER / HOUSE PULSE BURIED LOW / BOLERO HAND PERCUSSION] Maybe heaven was never above us. Maybe it lives between two people who finally stop asking the other one to change. [GLITCHED PERCUSSION SKIP / FAINT GUITAR BLOOM] No folding smaller, no cutting corners, no sanding down the difficult parts. [MELODY OPENS / TRANCE PAD RISES] Just learning every strange geometry that makes a home between two hearts. [CHORUS — BIGGEST BLOOM, NEVER A HUGE DROP / TRANCE-BOLERO FORWARD / NEO-HOUSE PULSE CLEARER] I almost found Lovetopia in you, [LONG AIRY SUSTAIN] somewhere love has the right dimensions, where your edges meet mine without either one losing definition. [PSYCHEDELIC PANNING / DELAYED BREATHS] In Lovetopia, nothing has to disappear. Love just finds its perfect shape [LOW-END PULSE SUSPENDS] and somehow we both fit here. [BRIDGE — STRIP TO SUB HEARTBEAT / DISTANT BOLERO TAP / REVERSED PIANO / NEAR-SILENCE] And if perfection isn’t symmetry, [ALMOST SPOKEN] maybe it’s simply being seen completely [LONG SILENCE] and still being given room. [TRANCE PAD SLOWLY LIFTS] Maybe love is not becoming one. Maybe love is making space for two. [OUTRO — WEIGHTLESS TRANCE-BOLERO AFTERGLOW / DETUNED DREAM KEYS / ROOM TONE / NO FULL DRUMS] So if there is a Lovetopia, [WHISPER / PING-PONG DELAY] I don’t think we have to find it. I think we build it— [FAINT BOLERO PULSE RETURNS ONCE] little by little, every time I let you be you and you let me stay me. [SUB FADES / SYNTHS FLOAT OUTWARD] Until love finally finds [NEAR-SILENCE] the shape it was trying to become. [ABRUPT END / LET “BECOME…” DISSOLVE INTO ETERNAL REVERB]
