[Intro] [distorted electric guitar with wah-wah effect] [heavy drum fill, bass enters with driving eighth notes] [synthesizer filter sweeps] [Verse 1] [intimate female vocals, close and slightly delayed] Come on in You don’t have to talk yet That tightness in your chest can wait outside Sit. The record’s already spinning Give the first note a second to find you [fuzz guitar power chords] [Chorus] [full band swells, hazy and slow-building] Something sweet is turning strange The room is folding in Your name feels far away Don’t reach for it We’ll float here till the edges blur Drifting away Drifting away shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [guitar solo with heavy wah-wah and feedback] [drums and bass continue driving rhythm] [synthesizer oscillation increases] [track fades out with feedback]
