[start] [Intro: reverse glide guitar, pitch-warped layers, no rhythm, distant feedback bloom] [Verse] falling into the same shape of a sound again you move before you move blue in the afterimage hands in a mirrored line touch but they don’t arrive something already said drifting behind my head [Instrumental texture: detuned guitar layers phasing, subtle harmonic clash] [Chorus] feel it before it’s real (it’s real) say it before it’s said all of it looping slow under the noise instead feel it before it’s real (it’s real) back where it never ends turning inside the same over and over again [Instrumental interlude: dense feedback swell, drums buried and pulsing underneath] [Verse] light through a broken frame names that don’t stay the same you in the corner blur voice like a distant word time in a softened wave bends but it doesn’t break caught in a second skin starting where I’ve been [Instrumental break: glide guitar bends, heavy tremolo wash, mix swelling] [Chorus] feel it before it’s real (it’s real) say it before it’s said all of it looping slow under the noise instead feel it before it’s real (it’s real) back where it never ends turning inside the same over and over again [Outro: guitars smear into white noise, pitch drift, faint vocal hum dissolving] [end]
