[Intro] The sky went white before the rain. No thunder. Just pressure. [Verse 1] Your voice arrived through broken light, soft enough to almost miss. Every word turned into colour before it ever reached my lips. Violins beneath the feedback. Cellos breathing underneath. Everything that should feel distant keeps moving closer to me. [Chorus] Glass weather. Falling through me. Every colour out of place. Glass weather. Strings and static washing over everything. If the whole sky has to break— let it break in waves. [Verse 2] Brass moves low behind the distortion. Bow against electric air. Every chord keeps stretching outward till I can't tell what is where. I hear the orchestra inside the noise. I hear the noise inside the strings. Nothing leads. Nothing follows. Everything just blooms. [Chorus] Glass weather. Falling through me. Every colour out of place. Glass weather. Strings and static washing over everything. If the whole sky has to break— let it break in waves. [Bridge] Maybe beauty isn't clarity. Maybe some things need the blur. Maybe every sharp edge softens when enough sound passes through. So let it rise. Let it smear. Let the room disappear. [Final Chorus] Glass weather. Falling through me. Every colour out of place. Glass weather. Strings and static washing over everything. If the whole sky has to break— let it break in waves. Glass weather. Hold me under. Let the sound erase the frame. Nothing left but light and rain.
