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