(Tempo: 82 BPM. The groove is loose, slightly dragging, like moving underwater.) [Intro] [Production: Deep, resonating synth drone (low B). Random distinct metallic clinks echo with heavy delay. A guitar swells in using a volume pedal, sounding like a violin.] [Verse 1] The geometry is shifting in the room The angles are all blooming into gloom I tried to wear the jacket, but the seams Are bursting with the weight of heavy dreams The mirror holds a stranger in the glass Watching all the vapor start to pass [Production: Vocals are whispered and close, with a "telephone" EQ filter. Bass plays melodic high notes, avoiding the root. Drums are jazz-influenced, lots of snare brush work.] [Pre-Chorus] Signals crossing on the radio Frequencies we used to know Are turning into static, white and gray The station’s drifting miles and miles away [Production: Introduction of a swirling organ. The drums switch to a standard rock beat but heavy on the toms. The vocal track splits into hard left and right panning.] [Chorus] Step across the velvet threshold now Don't ask who, and don't ask how The cocoon is cracking open on the floor You can't fit inside it anymore Breathe the air, it’s sharp and it is cold Watch the silver turn to gold [Production: Full spectrum sound. Heavy fuzz guitar plays power chords. A mellotron choir sings counter-melody. The vocals are drenched in plate reverb, sounding massive and distant.] [Verse 2] The gravity is pulling at my shoes Nothing left to win and none to lose I remember how the light used to bend Around the corners where the sidewalk ends But now the street is stretching to the sky And every color has a brand new eye [Production: The beat drops out for the first two lines, floating on synth pads, then crashes back in. A reverse guitar solo weaves in and out of the vocal lines.] [Bridge] It’s loud. It’s loud in here. The hum is getting louder. (Can you hear the hum?) It’s rewriting the code. It’s rewriting the bone. [Production: Chaotic crescendo. Layers of feedback, dissonant oscillating synths, and rapid drum fills. The vocals are heavily distorted and layered to sound like a crowd shouting.] [Guitar Solo] [Production: A piercing, clean tone with a fast vibrato (surf style) playing over a sluggish, muddy rhythm section. The contrast creates a sense of disorientation.] [Chorus] Step across the velvet threshold now Don't ask who, and don't ask how The cocoon is cracking open on the floor You can't fit inside it anymore [Production: Everything is flanged (whooshing sound). The tempo seems to slow down slightly, dragging the listener down with it.] [Outro] New skin. (Shed it off) New eyes. (Burn it off) The signal is clear. The signal is... here. [Production: Sudden cut to a clean acoustic guitar strumming a major chord, dry and intimate. Ends abruptly.]
