
Tethered
Synth-Pop, Retro-Futurist 80s, Electropop, New Wave, Italo Disco shimmer, Coldwave, Berlin-school electronics, 120 BPM, E minor with major chorus lift, Female vocals alto-mezzo, Cold sardonic delivery, Finnish accent, Deadpan detached verses building to belted emotionally frozen chorus, Dissociative flat affect contrasting soaring melody, Analog synth pads vast icy expansive like void of space, Arpeggiator sequences pulsing like life support and satellite beeps, LinnDrum with iconic gated reverb snare, 808 sub bass pulsing like trapped heartbeat, Vocoder touches for dehumanization, Descending synth lines falling through space, Polished 80s studio production analog warmth, Dry forward intimate vocals against wide reverb-drenched synths, Sidechain pumping, Claustrophobic verses opening to expansive stereo choruses, Dark comedy through danceable bright production with devastating content, Space age retro-futurism, Bittersweet hollow triumph

Tethered
Synth-Pop, Retro-Futurist 80s, Electropop, New Wave, Italo Disco shimmer, Coldwave, Berlin-school electronics, 120 BPM, E minor with major chorus lift, Female vocals alto-mezzo, Cold sardonic delivery, Finnish accent, Deadpan detached verses building to belted emotionally frozen chorus, Dissociative flat affect contrasting soaring melody, Analog synth pads vast icy expansive like void of space, Arpeggiator sequences pulsing like life support and satellite beeps, LinnDrum with iconic gated reverb snare, 808 sub bass pulsing like trapped heartbeat, Vocoder touches for dehumanization, Descending synth lines falling through space, Polished 80s studio production analog warmth, Dry forward intimate vocals against wide reverb-drenched synths, Sidechain pumping, Claustrophobic verses opening to expansive stereo choruses, Dark comedy through danceable bright production with devastating content, Space age retro-futurism, Bittersweet hollow triumph
Lyrics
We were the first, the golden ones
The cameras flashing, all the fans
Fresh in love on the launching pad
No one told us where it would go at
They said we were the future bright
Two hearts as one in the satellite
But space is cold and the walls are thin
And no one hears when the hits begin
I used to run from men like him
But where do you run when the air grows thin?
Six months to go and the airlock sealed
I learn to take what I cannot feel
So I take my walk outside
Where the stars don't blame and the silence wide
And I stare at the cable, the one thing
The one thing tying me to him
I could cut it, float away
Into the black where the pain would stay
But there is something growing inside
So I walk back in and I swallow my pride
I got pregnant just to make it stop
His hands stay down when my belly popped
Don't call it love, I call it strategy
A tactic play in my misery
My mother said never let them win
She never met a man like him
She never lived inside a can
Where even sleeping takes a plan
I used to run, that was my way
Jumping ships before they sank
But this time I planted my feet
Because even hell cannot me beat
So I take my walk outside
Where the stars don't blame and the silence wide
And I stare at the cable, the one thing
The one thing tying me to him
I could cut it, float away
Two light-years from yesterday
But there is something growing inside
So I walk back in and I swallow my pride
You think I'm crazy, maybe I am
But every prison needs a name
I call this home because it is mine
My hell, my cage, my walls, my pain
I don't need your pity from the ground
Here in space, there is no sound
And if I stay it is because I choose
Not because I have something to lose
So I take my walk outside
Where the stars cannot judge and the earth looks small
And I stare at the cable, and I smile
Because this bird is gonna fly once in a while
I would cut it, float away
But I have got reasons to stay
There is something growing inside
And she will never swallow her pride
First couple in space
