lights go blurry
Pulsing danceable Britpop groove locks with driving rock bass, beneath phased guitars riffing atop crisp Indie drums. Inventive harp washes, chapel organ, and airy choir pads establish a hypnagogic, gothic Darkwave-Dungeon Synth mood. Psychedelic keys and vintage samples swirl, interlacing surreal synth haze with hypnotic verse harp and soaring choir atmospheres, scaling dynamic, danceable soundscapes.
lights go blurry
Pulsing danceable Britpop groove locks with driving rock bass, beneath phased guitars riffing atop crisp Indie drums. Inventive harp washes, chapel organ, and airy choir pads establish a hypnagogic, gothic Darkwave-Dungeon Synth mood. Psychedelic keys and vintage samples swirl, interlacing surreal synth haze with hypnotic verse harp and soaring choir atmospheres, scaling dynamic, danceable soundscapes.
Lyrics
Oh, don’t start.
You got that smile like you wrote the script,
and you’re just waiting for me to forget my lines.
Yeah, watch this.
Walking past midnight, streetlights looking dim,
syncing up our steps on a wicked whim.
Your sleeve brushes mine, static electricity,
a stupid little spark fueling this toxicity.
It’s domestic noir, honey, raw and uncut,
doors are open, but the logic is shut.
Tripping on the fault lines, losing track,
switchblade at my spine, fade to pitch black.
And I hate it,
how I’m cataloging every breath you take.
But I love it,
how you push the limits ’til the windows break.
’Cause when you touch me,
the pain stops, the lights go blurry.
No need to rush, no need to worry.
And when you say my name,
it’s soft like glass before it shatters.
You and me, that’s all that matters.
That’s all that matters.
It’s a high-class heist, baby, smooth and sly,
I surrender to the danger in your bedroom eye.
Tracing down my neck just to find the pulse,
I don’t want the truth, I want something else.
Your hand is on my waist, thumb upon the hip,
waiting for the silence or the beat to skip.
We’re a car crash, honey, beautiful and loud,
lost inside the vapor of a mushroom cloud.
’Cause when you touch me,
the room spins, the lights go blurry.
No need to rush, no need to worry.
And when you scream my name,
it’s sharp like glass right when it shatters.
You and me, that’s all that matters.
That’s all that matters.
Tell me you feel it too, that heavy, quiet pull.
Glass half empty, but the tension is full.
The kitchen light flickers, turns a dirty shade of gold,
every time you breathe in…
…I do what I’m told.
Stay a little longer in the world we made.
Stay a little longer, don’t let the feeling break.
Stay—
just stay.