Tilted Horizons

{lopsided 5/4 machine-drum entrance,

throbbing sub-bass, muted guitar harmonics,

thin analog keys}

I count the cracks in the ceiling

Five steps, then I lose the floor

Your name keeps changing its meaning

I turn the lock,

then turn once more (ooh) {close vocal,

restrained rim-and-shaker grid}

The room bends out of measure

I breathe between the bars

If I could hold it together

I'd know where you are

(ahhhh) {filter lift, lead line enters quietly} Meet me where the night

splits open

One more turn and we fall through

I can't stand still,

I can't stay broken All my signals lean toward you

(yeah) {widescreen pads, insistent

FM lead} Static climbs the window

I read your face in passing cars

Every answer comes up tilted

Every silence leaves a mark

(ooh) {drop

back to

close vocal and rim grid}

Take the straight

road from me

I only know the bend Count it wrong,

then count again

Till the night begins (ahhhh) {half-lit breakdown,

drums fracture, bass holds} Meet me where the night splits open

One more turn and we fall through

I can't stand still,

I can't stay broken

All my signals lean toward you

Lean

toward you (yeah) {octave harmonies,

full pads, lead line forward}

Five steps under midnight I keep leaning back to you

(ooh) {FM lead farewell,

pads recede, rim grid dissolves}