Glass Rainwalk

{intimate spoken breathing} {synth bass swell,

rhythmic analog pulse} {slow filter sweep,

damp

rain ambience}

Black glass tall and wide

Reflecting what I hold inside

Wet pavement, amber glare

Nobody else is standing there

{intimate half-spoken baritone voice}

But I am moving through the rain (through the rain)

Finding power in the pain Underneath the towering sky

I watch the silver city fly

{urgent soaring

vocal, driving beat}

Grid lines trace the street

Echoes of my moving feet

Steely structures touch the cloud

Silent but they speak out loud {resolute spoken-melodic vocal}

And the storm clears the air

Leaving only what is real and there

{beat drops out, lush ambient pads swell}

{sweeping filter opening}

But I am moving through the rain (through the rain)

Finding power in the pain Underneath the towering sky

I watch the silver city fly

{high-energy climax,

driving

bassline}

Moving

through the rain... (through the rain) {gated snare fades to single hits}

{synth bass

pulse slowly filters down}