[Intro — mellotron rising lush and ominous over a low fuzz drone, the dark gathering, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] [soft ethereal female hum, breathy and distant, layered] [Verse 1 — hypnotic stoner groove enters under a mellotron bed, thick fuzz bass, ethereal female vocal close and haunting, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] Pull the quilt up to your chin, the dark outside is loud again. There's a cold that wants to come on in — let it knock. We're warm in here. [Chorus — full band wide and dynamic, mellotron swelling, prog dream pop atmosphere blooming, ethereal vocal soaring, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] So the wind can have the keyhole, and the night can have the door. I'll keep a little candle going till there's gold along the floor. The dark's just weather — and morning's quieter than before. [Verse 2 — heavier, driving complex percussion, fuzz bass pushing, mellotron darkening, vocal more urgent, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] I'll tell you something soft and true: the storm that's leaning on the roof gets tired. It always does, by dawn — and the pines stand up like nothing's wrong. [Chorus — bigger, fuller, harmonies layered, mellotron roaring, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] So the wind can have the keyhole, and the night can have the door. I'll keep a little candle going till there's gold along the floor. The dark's just weather — and morning's quieter than before. [Instrumental — the storm at its peak: reverb-drenched surf guitar knifing through, hard rock improvisation, mellotron towering, fuzz bass and complex percussion driving to a breaking point, E Phrygian, 112 BPM] [Outro / Climax — the dawn breaking through, devastating and cathartic: the full band opening wide, mellotron lush and blinding, ethereal female vocal soaring at its most intense, radiant but still dark-toned, E Phrygian held throughout, 112 BPM] [soaring, cathartic] Look — the keyhole's full of morning. The cold went somewhere far. And the first thin line of sunlight finds you right where the warm ones are.
