[Intro – reversed cymbals swell; tape loops drift like wind; organ breathes a single sustained C; bass hum repeats one phrase; toms pulse slow, steady, inside a halo of hiss; distant sitar drone rises and falls] [Verse Cycle 1 – voice filtered through Leslie; soft, circular phrasing] You are the wave before the shore The sound that moves, then is no more Hands unfold, dissolve the frame Every name returns to flame [tape loops shimmer in and out; reversed guitar flickers behind words] [Verse Cycle 2 – more layers drift in; percussion unchanged; tempo feels suspended] Eyes unsee, the form recedes Air becomes what the body needs The line you draw erodes with time The pulse repeats without a sign [sitar phrases blur through delay; feedback breathes at the edge of mix] [Instrumental Section – vocal gone; guitar cries in reverse; fragments of voice echo backward; tape varispeed bends pitch upward, then falls; drums remain steady, trance locked; organ vibrates beneath everything] [Verse Cycle 3 – voice returns, louder but detached; effects shimmer wider] Fall through sound, through open space Find no self, no single face Every loss becomes the same Every light forgets its name [loops intertwine: reversed bells, drone swells; hi-hat clicks like a clock disappearing] [Outro – vocals vanish; toms and bass remain; organ fades into static; reversed notes rise and melt; tape hiss expands until only air remains; slow fade to silence]
