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  • Counting Sleepless

    Counting Sleepless

    Sgeber

    {soft

    piano and distant pads entering,

    breathy

    female vocal layers building slowly} I’m staring at the ceiling,

    neon numbers in the dark.

    Tomorrow’s creeping closer, I can feel it in my heart.

    My thoughts are running circles,

    no way to shut them down.

    The night is pulling tight

    like it’s trying to make me drown.

    {lead vocal forward, light harmony on second line} I breathe in slow,

    but the world won’t fade.

    Every timeline whispers like a tidal wave.

    I know I should sleep,

    but my pulse says no.

    I’m stuck in the loop where the restless glow grows.

    {harmony stacks entering, tension rising} I can’t hit the pillow.

    Dreams stuck waiting in a traffic flow.

    I can’t hit the pillow.

    Mind keeps spinning like a cosmic echo.

    I can’t hit the pillow.

    Tomorrow’s knocking with a heavy shadow.

    I can’t hit the pillow,

    still awake in the afterglow.

    {full vocal harmonies, soaring lead,

    wide

    arrangement} Uniform on the dresser,

    but my body’s still in fight.

    I’m chasing down the quiet,

    but it slips into the night.

    I tell myself, just breathe,

    but the stars won’t let me be.

    They flicker like reminders of the things I didn’t free.

    {lead vocal with light octave harmony} Versions of me

    in the multiverse speak.

    One’s calm, one’s strong,

    one’s feeling weak.

    Their voices overlap in a cosmic blend.

    All saying rest, but I can’t pretend.

    {whispered layers and overlapping harmonies,

    tension peak} I can’t hit the pillow.

    Dreams stuck waiting in a traffic flow.

    I can’t hit the pillow.

    Mind keeps spinning like a cosmic echo.

    I can’t hit the pillow.

    Tomorrow’s knocking with a heavy shadow.

    I can’t hit the pillow,

    still awake in the afterglow.

    {maximum vocal layers, wide

    harmonies, emotional peak}

    Still awake.

    Still

    awake.

    {repeating vocal layers

    fading, soft piano

    return, gentle close}

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