Pieces On The Floor

dance, Peak-time house-trance hybrid with interlocking male/female vocals trading lines, Shimmering arps and sidechained pads build under a warm, rolling bass; first verse stays spacious with filtered drums, then the pre-chorus strips to a pulsing synth and vocal stack, Chorus hits with bright supersaw leads, wide stereo claps, and soaring duet hooks, then a hands-up instrumental drop, Final chorus adds call-and-response ad-libs and octave harmony for a festival-sized payoff, male vocals, trance, female vocals, electronic

[Verse 1] We were glass on the table Spilled wine Laughing too loud Every frame on your phone Yeah Our little runaway crowd Now it’s late and I’m replaying Every word like a war All the framed happy moments Scattered pictures on the floor [Pre-Chorus] [male vocals] Did we burn it down too fast Chasing every single high? [female vocals] I still see us in the mirror Then I watch us say goodbye [Chorus] Memories of us in pieces on the floor Dancing in the wreckage like we’ve been here before If this is how it ends Then let it hurt some more Memories of us in pieces Pieces on the floor [Verse 2] [female vocals] Your jacket in my closet Ticket stubs in a jar Little notes in my handwriting Folded up in your car [male vocals] Every corner of this city Still remembers your name But the echo in my chest now Doesn’t sound quite the same [Pre-Chorus] [female vocals Softer] Did we fall in love too young Or just break it when it shined? [male vocals] If we’re only dust and rhythm Why you still inside my mind? [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered Both] Hands up Hearts down Spinning on this cold ground Still feel you Somehow Can’t shake you Can’t come down [crescendo Both] If every shattered moment Keeps pulling us back for more Then meet me in the madness Where we’re lying on the floor [Chorus]

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