Mouthful Of Clouds

Glassy dream-pop haze with airy female vocals, drenched in long-tail reverb over soft side-chained pads and a pillowy sub, Minimal pulses and distant, detuned bells set a floating groove; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and shimmered guitars panned wide, Gentle rise into the bridge with widening delays, then a feather-light comedown that leaves a lingering echo

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[Verse 1] Ceiling melts to watercolor Floor turns into fog Hands drift through the furniture Like I’m walking through a thought Hallways bend Then breathe around me Doors lead into sky Clock’s hands swimming backward Slowly But I don’t wonder why [Chorus] I got a mouthful of clouds And I’m trying to talk Every word floats out Like a line of chalk Drawn in the air Then it falls right through I keep sinking down Till I float to you [Verse 2] Starlight in the carpet fibers Fish swim through the glass All my old mistakes as butterflies Landing Then they pass Your face flickers on the television Smiling from the deep Static flowers blooming from the speakers Singing me to sleep [Bridge] [whispered vocals] If this is a dream Do I really want to wake Feet above my head Heart a quiet quake [Chorus]

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