Pink Static

{gathering windstorm suddenly dropping into heartbeat-paced clean bass line} {swirling atmospheric turbulence

building}

Clouds clogging up the brain,

the weather drain is dry

Tears on the face,

under a storm-torn sky

Stuck in the eye,

the center of the spin

Is this the place where the "fine" starts to win?

Swept off my feet,

flying till the knees hit the floor

Dorothy knew the terror of the big bad door

{subtle disorienting reverb on

"sneaky tornado"} Boarding up the windows,

locking up the heart

Every gust of wind,

tearing us apart

Every time he smiles,

the border lets him in

Standing in the hurricane,

where the chaos begins Here comes the sun,

here comes the rain.

The eye is the anchor.

{layered ethereal harmony} {intense panoramic drive} Flopping on the bed,

flying squirrel in the dark

Hurt by the world,

leaving a permanent mark

Twisting up the insides,

can’t hide the repair

Holding me close, promising I’m "never lonely" there

The air’s getting cold,

the lookout is high

Is it a shelter,

or is it a lie?

{rapid-fire vocal chop on "standing in the eye"}

He picks me up,

he carries the gale.

I think I’m fine,

but I’m destined to fail.

Floating.

Floating. When am I gonna drop?

The hurricane doesn't stop.

It doesn't stop.

{wall of sound distortion and shimmering synth} {frantic whispered close-mic delivery} Standing

in the eye.

100% Tiguidou.

The storm is the home.

{raw intimate 2am bedroom vibe}

{wind slowly swirling to jarring silence}