Second-Glance Sunday

{crisp funky drum

fill, sudden bright synth stabs} The soil was barren,

the landscape was cold

No life in the garden,

or so I was told.

But it’s time for the circuit,

the dance of the year Stumbling on the prospect,

and you’re standing there.

My people and yours,

a collision of space "Don't you know him?" And I’m looking at

your face.

Huh.

A total reset. {glitch-shimmer on Huh} When did the atmosphere shift?

When did you get hot?

Now I’m tracking every movement,

every look that you’ve got.

Double take, triple take,

the logic is gone Take me to the after-party,

let the night carry on.

The plot is thickening,

the tension is clear

When did you get hot?

The vision is here.

{layered harmonies, playful and sharp}

Kudos on the upgrade,

the aesthetic is refined

You were a ghost in the background,

now you’re taking my mind.

Wait—can you move mountains?

Are you shifting the tide?

You were a chaotic kid,

now you've got nothing to hide.

Sorry I missed the design,

the genius in the plan Thank the stars,

you’re a striking, new man.

{rapid-fire vocal chop on

The fine you has risen}

Big riff incoming. I need a second.

J'ai besoin d'une minute.

Okay,

let’s go.

{driving bass and sharp rhythmic

clap, dramatic

pause}

100% Tiguidou.

The vision is updated.

When did you get hot?

{brass-heavy swell, playful breathy exhale}