[intro - short piano hook only, no vocals, intimate British indie dream pop] [Verse 1 - solo close-mic London female vocal; fragile breathy delivery; unmistakably British vowels; small inward tone; no American pronunciation; no pop projection] We are songbirds on ketamine, hyped on flashy magazines. Maybe that's the pleasant lie, maybe that's how she hypnotized. [break - solo London vocal, nearly spoken, breath close to mic, dry and small, no harmony] It's not enough, never enough. [Pre-Chorus - breath-led London female vocal; quiet restrained lift; behind the beat; fragile but controlled; no belting, no American pop phrasing] We've been tasting, bittersweet, in our mouths, for so long. [break - soft London accent, intimate, hesitant, no backing vocals] Don't they know, don't they know? [Chorus - solo British female vocal stays close-mic and small; London indie phrasing; firmer diction but no power, no belting, no vocal runs, no American vowels] (And even after all…) … the lights on a caught rabbit, … clung to our favourite habit. (And even after all…) … both of us are sore, … we struggle back for more. [Hook - quiet fixation; breathy London vocal; repeated softly, not shouted, not chanted, no gang vocals] Show us more, more, more, more. [Verse 2 - solo close-mic London female vocal; delicate breathy tone; detached and self-aware; strange words delivered plainly; British accent remains obvious; no theatrical emphasis] Twist the knife into the middle, firing sighs like little riddles. We are screaming like the army, enthusiasm to charm me. [break - dry intimate London vocal, almost embarrassed, small and natural, no harmony] I know every name in this space. [Pre-Chorus - breath-led London female vocal; quiet restrained lift; behind the beat; fragile but controlled; no belting, no American pop phrasing] We've been tasting, bittersweet, in our mouths, for so long. [Chorus - solo British female vocal stays close-mic and small; London indie phrasing; firmer diction but no power, no belting, no vocal runs, no American vowels] (And even after all…) … the lights on a caught rabbit, … clung to our favourite habit. (And even after all…) … both of us are sore, … we struggle back for more. [Bridge - close-mic London vocal; more detached, almost self-mocking; breathy and restrained; words slightly behind the beat; no American pronunciation, no dramatic lift] Blinders in place to face forward, audio set to play only her word. Mouths open like baby birds, chirping, chirping, chirping for more, more, more, more. [Pre-Chorus - quiet return; solo London female vocal; fragile but controlled; intimate breath; no backing choir, no harmony stack] We've been tasting, bittersweet, in our mouths, for so long. [Final Chorus - restrained emotional peak; close-mic London female vocal; firmer but still small-scale; no belting, no power notes, no ad-libs, no American pop phrasing] (And even after all…) … the lights on a caught rabbit, … clung to our favourite habit. (And even after all…) … both of us are sore, … we struggle back for more. [outro - close-mic London vocal, soft collapse, nearly spoken, breathy and intimate, piano and bass fading underneath, no vocal runs] Because without her there's nothing, and nothing is all that we knew [post-outro - instrumental only, piano hook fades, no vocals, no ad-libs, no humming]
