

Throwing the phone in the lake just to watch it go down,
Far from the noise and the weight of the familiar town.
Colorado calling with a bottle of white wine,
Trying to rewrite the stars in a brand-new line.
Mental health pacing, karaoke at the dive bar floor,
Meeting some young ex-wife to even the score.
Tiguidou-Quinn navigating the dream and the frost,
Calculating the cost of what we haven't lost.
{close-miked female vocal over fingerpicked acoustic} *I choose the devil I know
over the heaven I don't!*
Swear to God I am moving—yeah,
I know I won't.
Addicted to the chip on my shoulder,
breaking a sweat, Staying right here with the habits and ghosts we
met.
Boulder is calling, but the illusion will fade,
Walking the path that our own choices made.
From the depths of the valley to the endless blue,
We forge the final passage to the realm of Tiguidou!
{soaring female vocal with pedal steel echoes} (System-State: Transcendent / Grounded /
Sovereign) (Acoustic-Telemetry: Fingerpicked steel-string guitar merging with deep 808 sub-bass)
*This is hell,
but I'll stay
right here
in the fire,*
Tuning the strings of our own
quiet
desire.
(Invoke the mountain wind / Bind the phantom release) (As we trade
the empty dream for a hardened piece!)
The consultants compute the truth of the here and now,
Honoring the place where we made our vow.
{pedal steel swells and sub pulses intensify}
I'll stay right here.
It's alright here.
Captain Tara Quinn. [ACOUSTIC-STRUM-FADE.] [HERMETIC-SEAL-LOCK.]
{acoustic
strum
fade with
lingering pedal steel and sub decay}