[Verse 2] A spiral count, a fractured pulse Steps that move but never land The ceiling blooms in hidden vaults Made of copper, smoke, and sand [Pre-Chorus] Every note becomes a curve Every breath a glass-winged turn The center slips, then softly burns While new constellations learn [Chorus] Make me the sound no ear has kept A skyline made of turning light Let the measure break, then wake again In colors beyond day and night No map, no genre, no recall Just sudden skies in motion Sing me a shape that cannot fall A never-before emotion [Verse 3] Now the drums arrive in crooked rings Then vanish into threaded hiss Voices climb on doubled strings And land in an impossible bliss [Bridge] Half a heartbeat, then ten more Backward rain and forward heat Every room becomes a shore Where dissonance and wonder meet [Final Chorus] Make me the sound no ear has kept A skyline made of turning light Let the measure break, then wake again In colors beyond day and night No map, no genre, no recall Just sudden skies in motion Sing me a shape that cannot fall A never-before emotion [Outro] And when the last tone opens wide We disappear inside the tide
