© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin I. Cold Open there’s music in the weather not the kind you choose the kind that chooses you II. Pressure storm clouds stack like arguments and march across the sky the whole ceiling of the world turns into a drum storm clouds stack in my teeth III. Void there’s music even here IV. Motion out at the waterline the ocean keeps remaking itself no hands you can point to and still everything is moved no hands V. Midnight old voices come back, too not as marble not as sermons more like a line you forgot you knew a line you lost still yours rising in you at midnight straight through the years VI. Flash birdsong cuts the air throws bright shadows behind it golden for a second then gone, hard VII. Turn and then if we let it if we let it if we let it we put the armor down the stance the guarding the pride and step out of what we wore VIII. Outro because inside there’s already music keeping time with the heart no hands
