Pink Haze Lullaby

{distant campfire crackling

layered with gentle finger-picked

acoustic guitar}

Saturday night, living the dream on a borrowed ID

Pretending to care, the band is a scene,

it’s a debris

Boots on, heels carried,

stumbling through the field

Gin from the bottle,

the secrets we keep are sealed

Smoke to choke the feeling,

till the walls drift away

All we talk about is leaving,

all the words that we say

{glitch-shimmer on choke the feeling} {soft evocative rhythmic vocal} No matter how

far the signal travels or fades

This is the place,

the place where we were made I know every streetlight,

every shadow, every shade

Fires on the beach,

the foundations we laid

Small town secrets, the oath that we keep No matter the distance,

the anchor is deep

{layered harmony ethereal and lifting} {driving melodic indie-pop beat}

Painting the face, hair straightened for the bus

Anywhere but home, the horizon calls to us

Poker in the shed,

ex-boys in the talk

Freezing in the cold,

the path we had to walk

All that I know is,

the distance is a lie We’re built on the ghosts of the

small-town sky {rapid-fire vocal chop

on all that I know}

{playful rhythmic delivery}

Maybe the

colours will fade.

Maybe the streetlights will blink out.

But this is where I was made.

{whisper very close-mic} {music drops

to acoustic guitar

and heartbeat bass pulse}

Ooh-ooh...

100% Tiguidou.

The anchor is set.

{campfire crackling slowly fading into bus pulling away}

{return to raw intimate 2am bedroom studio vibe warm and resolved}