[Intro | ambient wind gust soundscape, breathy bansuri flute flutter, sub bass swell] [Verse 1 | rhythmic rapid cadence, intimate close-mic vocal, rolling drums enter] Drafts divide across the timber, cracking through the stem, Whistling down the canyon pocket, carving in the silt; Pressures drop and pull the weather sideways through the glen, Spinning every compass needle off a sudden tilt. [Pre-Chorus | rising drum tension, soprano sax trill, filtered high-end lift] Gale begins to lift the loam, Currents cutting hard and wide, Pressure hollows out the stone, Nothing checks the eastern tide. [Drop | full 174 BPM roller, overblown shakuhachi flute riff, deep reese bassline] [Chorus | hypnotic vocal delivery, locked into the drum pocket, layered backing] Watch how the wind blows (sweep it clean) Cold through the open road Watch how the wind blows (feel the lift) Carried where the currents go [Verse 2 | syncopated double-time flow, airy breath accents, stripped breakbeat] Bending down the iron line, it chatters in the frost, Scattering the river gravel, sweeping out the bay; Spinning in a funnel gust until the track is lost, Pushing off the stagnant mist and tearing it away. [Pre-Chorus | climbing energy, bansuri runs, drums filter into the rise] Gale begins to lift the loam, Currents cutting hard and wide, Pressure hollows out the stone, Nothing checks the eastern tide. [Drop | heavyweight 808 sub glides, rolling amen chops, piercing flute motifs] [Chorus | anthemic delivery, wide stereo spread, full bass presence] Watch how the wind blows (sweep it clean) Cold through the open road Watch how the wind blows (feel the lift) Carried where the currents go [Outro | decaying wooden flute motif, descending sub glide, fading breeze] Watch how the wind blows (whistle in the reed) Watch how the wind blows (drifting out) Carried on the gale
