

{vinyl haze, chiming guitar harmonics,
soft choir pad, distant bells,
reversed vocal fragments}
A crimson moon upon the street
Water rising at our feet
In every window, an old photograph
And every silhouette holds half a name {subtle vocal chops,
warped syllables, pitched-down whispers}
This love is a spell in the deep
A secret we promised to keep
(ooh, a love like a spell) {slow heavy pulse builds,
room-shaking sub-bass, detuned harmonies} Under the red moon we drown in the
rain
Turning the worship of love into pain
Hotel glass reflections of what we became
I call your name (ahhh) {huge drums,
roomy toms, swelling gothic guitars}
Flooded streets capture the glow (stay) Secrets the city will never know
(whisper
my
name, just whisper) {intimate breakdown,
chopped vocal echoes, warped memories} Under the red moon we drown in
the rain
Turning the worship of love into pain
Hotel glass reflections of what we became
I call your name
(ahhh, I
call your
name) {full band peak,
heart-tightening cinematic climax} Rainwater...
and
old photos... (stay...) {fading piano,
distant bells, vinyl haze,
music box melody}