[Intro: cathedral reverb, single bell, choir pad swells] [whispered] Lights down. Halo up. [Verse 1: soft, breathy, 8 bars] She arrived without a door, No footprints on the floor. Bias-cut from borrowed light, Moonlit pleats, pinned just right. Candles lean to touch her hem, Ghosts take notes and copy them. Halo tilted, heels of jet, Best-dressed mystery yet. [Chorus: full, choral, big] Halo couture, halo couture, Wings pressed in pearl, eyes dark and sure. Stitched out of stardust, signed in smoke, That Fashion Chick, and the whole sky spoke. Heaven's got a dress code, and it's her. Halo couture. (whispered) Halo couture. [Verse 2: 8 bars, harp glissandi] Gabriel called, he needs the sleeve, Midnight begs her, "Please don't leave." Mirrors curtsy, glass bows low, Reflections practice how to glow. Pink-metal shimmer, glacial seam, Turquoise lightning, purple dream. She doesn't haunt, she's hosting, dear, The afterlife just wants to sit this near. [Chorus] [Bridge: stripped back, choir only, 4 bars] Architect of every halo, Vector aimed straight at the stars, Blueprint of a quiet miracle, Anchor Piece, the heavens ajar. [Final Chorus: key lift, doubled choir] Halo couture, halo couture, Wings pressed in pearl, eyes dark and sure. Stitched out of stardust, signed in smoke, That Fashion Chick, and now the whole sky bows. Heaven's got a dress code, and it's her. Halo couture. [Outro: bells fade, choir dissolves] [whispered] That Fashion Chick. Dress code: divine. [Single bell chime. End.]
