Looped Mirage
(mmmmm) Every track, great track starts with a rough idea
We write the lines on dusty pages in the dark
Waiting on a sudden,
simple
spark
To light the fire
and make the shadows fade
Look at this beautiful
mess
we
made
It all begins
inside a quiet room
A seed of sound
that's waiting for the
bloom
And every beat
that carries us along
Is just a rough idea
turned into a
song
(turned into a song)
We chase the echoes of a hum that passed us by
Tracing the patterns in a
heavy sky
No perfect plan,
just a feeling in the chest
Letting the tape machine
decide the rest (decide the rest)
It all begins
inside a quiet room
A seed of sound
that's waiting for the
bloom
And every beat
that carries us along
Is just a rough idea
turned into a song (turned into a song)
We build the walls around a fragile melody
(singing soft)
And set it free, oh
Every track starts with a rough idea
And every beat
that carries us along
Is just a rough idea
turned into a
song