[Start: Tape Hiss and the sound of a Bowed Vibraphone] [Vocal Texture: Extremely close mic, wet mouth sounds, intimate, floating] The architecture of a sigh is structural / gutteral. I am building a house out of (h-h-how... h-h-now) hesitation. [Instrumental Layer: Yaybahar drone and Clicking] In the margins of the morning where the coffee performs its dark ritual / habitual black magic. I panic. Gently. [Vocal Shift: Sudden vocal fry, deep, ironic, deadpan] (zzzt... click... pop) They say the soul is weightless. I say it weighs exactly the same as a deleted email. [Chorus: Swell of Glass Armonica, iridescent and piercing] [Vocals: Multi-tracked, choral but dissonance, elegaic] Oh, the data. The strata. The erratic static of loving you. (lo-lo-vuh... vuh-vuh-you) [Outro: Reverse-gated cello, silence, sudden breath]
