Style: Slow Disco Ballad / Sophisti-pop [Intro] (A warm, deep synth hums like a distant engine. A slow, soft drum beat kicks in—thump, clap, thump-thump, clap. A shimmering chime ripples across the stereo field.) [Verse 1] The city was a charcoal sketch, a dull and grey design I lived inside the borders, I stayed within the line But then you moved like mercury, a shiver in the dark And suddenly the pavement started throwing off a spark. I’m looking through a prism now, a kaleidoscope of blue Everything is cinematic since I looked at you The shadows have a rhythm, the static has a grace I’m finding hidden architectures all across your face. [Pre-Chorus] (Strings swell gently; a lonely, tremolo guitar note rings out) The focus is shifting The blur is all gone I’m finally lifting The veil from the dawn. [CHORUS] (The music opens up—wide, airy, and glittering) I’m seeing through love lenses, darling, tonight Every streetlamp is a diamond, every window is a light A slow-motion disco, a fever in gold The most beautiful story that’s ever been told. The world is in velvet, the air is like wine I’m seeing through love lenses... And you’re finally mine. [Verse 2] (The bass becomes more melodic, stepping softly through the chords) I used to count the minutes, now I’m counting every breath Falling felt like gravity, a little bit like death But now I’m weightless in the glow, suspended in the pink I’m standing on the precipice and I don't want to blink. The traffic lights are rubies, the rain is liquid chrome I’ve wandered for a lifetime just to find my way back home. [Bridge] (The drums drop out. A soft Fender Rhodes piano twinkles like distant stars.) It’s a new kind of vision. A sweet superstition. (Vocal becomes breathy, multi-tracked harmonies layer in) I don’t recognize the person I was yesterday... The old world has simply melted away. (A slow, dramatic drum fill leads back to the final swell) [Final Chorus] I’m seeing through love lenses, darling, tonight Every streetlamp is a diamond, every window is a light A slow-motion disco, a fever in gold The most beautiful story that’s ever been told. The world is in velvet, the air is like wine I’m seeing through love lenses... And you’re finally mine. [Outro] (The tempo feels like it’s slowing down. A single violin plays a mournful, beautiful melody.) In Technicolor... (Through the lens, through the lens) Everything’s rose-gold. (Stay in the light) (The sound of a slow-spinning disco ball gently clicking, then a final, soft synth hum that fades into nothing.)
